Sometimes it’s quite frustrating to talk to people. Almost every conversation with my dad ends being about money. Even amongst friends and family money talk is the only serious conversation they engage in. Although they do talk about cinema actors and actress and the occasional gossips of others.

Frankly I am sick of it. I have no interest in what they want to do with their money nor am I interested in someone else’s life.

Everyone has problems and I have my fair share. I have simple plans and do my level best to follow them. I really don’t have the time nor do I enjoy these kinds of conversation.

When I talk to others, I secretly wish they would rather talk about themselves. Their likes, dislikes, interests, motivations and their perspectives. But such incidents are far and few.

Alas, the only thing I can do, like all humans is to hope. But like all things human, hope too is a product of manufacture.