I am rich...

Most of you who saw the title would have been wondering, "So what, big deal. We knew that already!". No I mean, I am rich. I earned some money - looks like. And I don't have to pay any taxes on that. And of course, I don't get to spend that either, but that's another story.


For anyone who has been reading news papers, it is no news that the US economy is in a recession. Even someone like George W Bush figured that out.
"To keep our economy growing and creating jobs, Congress and the administration need to work to enact an economic growth package as soon as possible."


Cutting the long speech short for your sake, here is the summary. I will get $300. Nanna will get $600. Amma might get another $600.


I know I will not see even a penny of this money. But that will not stop me from wondering about it. With $300 I can buy...
1500 diapers
or
30 pretty pretty dresses
or
a nice play pen with some toys
or
lots and lots of toys


But then, as I said earlier, Nanna or Amma are not going to ask me for my opinion, right? So, if Nanna has his way, we will end up buying shares of Nikunj Software or Aswamedha Papers or some such company in India. If Amma has her word, we will end up spending this and much more money on my 1st birthday party.


Poor Bush. If we knows that we are planning to spend the economic stimulus money in India, he won't be happy - I am sure of that much!


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