3 Things That Influences Man

3 things that influences a man. Either it takes him to great heights or completely shatter him off and changes him to something else.

1. MONEY

Money can do wonders in a person's character. More money he gets, more is his desires. He spends it like there is no tomorrow. And once he is empty, he can't survive. This is what happens. At first he'll make money to have a very good lifestyle in a good way. Once he get rich and get used to that sort of lifestyle  his next move is to maintain that lifestyle. For that , first he'll try in a good way. If failed he automatically switches to the alternative- the bad way. This results in illegal business. Once he get into this there's no turning back. Even if he wanted to.

2. POWER

Another most important thing is power. For many people power is the best way in making money. For some they need power for other things rather than making money. People even spend to get particular position thereby acquiring some power. These people just wanted people to obey, respect and fear them. This makes a person more dangerous than the one who is behind money. They do things for their personal happiness rather than making money. Power can change a person to a complete beast or may be more than that.

3. FRIENDS

Even if you control yourself in the matter of money and power, a friend can change you much faster than you think. He can make you either a human with great values or something worse than you can ever imagine. They can influence you much greater than money and power or anything else.

If you have a good control over money and power and a good friend who guides you then you be the most luckiest, respected and valued person in the world. Everything should be controlled before it controls you.

He is my best friend. .is he??

Friends are the most dangerous at the same time most amazing people in our life. This story is not about me. This story is about the students out there addicted to drugs and this story is dedicated to the beginners who just started tasting it.

It was the first day of my college. In fact that day I should be happy but I was even more happy 'cause my best friend is also with me. The feeling that we are going to be together for next 3yrs was superb. No parents, no relatives, no restrictions. Me, my friend and whole lot of completely strange people and lots of money. What more should one need.

First day in college was nice. That's all I could say. We celebrated that night at the fullest. Everyday was fun movies, ogling, proposals, late night parties, long rides.etc .etc .etc. Couple of months passed like that. One night on the way back to our flat after a birthday party we saw a group of people smoking. We didn't care much and continued walking. Suddenly one of them called out my friend's name. We went near them. It was our senior. We shook hands and my friend started telling him where we were and all blah. .blah. .blah. Meanwhile I looked at one of them and saw the thing they are smoking was not cigarette. "That's not a cigarette. . Right??" I asked him. "No . .it's not. But something miles better than it. Something that takes you to an entirely different world, something that gives power to your ears, strengthens you. It's the holy ganja" he explained. I can see his joy, passion, dedication in his eyes. I din't say anything neither did my friend. He then asked us "you guys wanna try??" We said no and walked towards our flat. I was completely drowned in his words and the joy I saw in his eyes. It took me very long to sleep.

Next day I woke up, had tea and felt fresh. I no more had any dirty ganja thoughts in my mind. That day was cool and everything went as usual. At night we had food from outside and reached our flat. It was a cold night. So I lit up a cigarette and sat on the bean bag in the balcony. My friend came and took 2-3 puff from my cigarette and gave me. He stood there and looked far away. Suddenly he hit me very hard with a question "Dude why don't we give it a try?" . I knew what he have in mind. I told him to change the topic. But he was in no mood to change. He held me and said" you saw the way he said about ganja yesterday, how it can do wonders. So atleast once we should try". " Are out of your mind. It's not like smoking this" I said pointing at my cigarette." This was the same thing you told about cigarettes. It's not a like we are murdering someone. It's just another smoke. So why don't we give it a try? Just once". I had no words to say. Senior's voice found it's way back to my mind. Even I have heard lots about this stuff. Heard it will make the food tastier than ever. Heard it will make us feel like we are in a foreign country. Every shit I heard about this holy ganja started attacking me. And at last I told myself " why not give it a try. . It's just another smoke".

Next day he made all the arrangements. He was so excited and did everything himself. He din't allow me to lend me my hand. He told me to just sit there and he'll do everything and I just have to take the holy smoke in. I thought what a great friend I have. At last the most awaited moment came. He told me to take a puff. I did and found nothing strange. Passed it to him. It went like for 4 times. I felt a strange feeling so I stopped at 4 and lied down. Suddenly I heard some thuddering sound. It was very loud. I covered my ears. It was still there. I tried to stand but failed. Then I crawled and reached my bed. The sound was still there. I pressed my hands very hard on my ears. Suddenly the sound stopped. I looked around and saw that I was in a royally decorated room. I saw my friend walking towards me. He came  near me and made some funny faces. All of a sudden I burst out laughing and couldn't control. It went on for few minutes. And I felt relaxed. We had some chocolates and it felt like heaven. After that he started singing and I danced for that. It was all fun. I din't know when I slept.

I woke after a some 3-4 hours. I saw my friend already up. We shared the experience and decided we'll never try this again. But I din't know what was about to come. A week later our seniors came with the weed and they started their session. Joining them was our only option. Slowly we started getting addicted to it. And became the part of our daily routine. It became a part of our life. I started to forget things. Started getting weak. Lost interest in everything. Stopped attending classes. Head started feeling like it's carrying a building if I missed one joint out of many in a day. Spent almost everything to buy weed. We starved, did some small theft, borrowed and made money to buy our daily share o 'energy'. I looked at mirror and saw my reflection 'An useless piece of shit' that was all I could say about me.

FEW MONTHS LATER

I was waiting for my friend in my flat for my usual 'booster'. He came a bit late with something else in his hand. It was a white powder. When I asked him about it he told something which took my breath away.. COCAINE. I told no I am not gonna use and I won't allow you too. He said " That's what you said about the weed. This is just a white powder. Why don't we give it a try??".

iPhone is a DRUG

Wtf!! How can iphone be a drug?? Are you fucking kidding me?? Guys please stop shouting at me. .ok. Just use it for 6 months and you'll find it out by yourself. When you get used to it you can't use anyother phones with the same satisfaction and comfort. You may think that it usually happens when you change it to a less featured phone than the previous one. You are wrong. Samsung galaxy S4 and HTC One have much greater and cool features than iphone. But a long time iphone user thinks these phones are crap when compared to their lovely iphone. Why is it so?? Answer is simple. iphone is simple. You don't have those complicated options which are completely useless that you can find in other phones. No freezing like any other samsung devices. And an amazing UI which you will die for. The touch is so amazing that no other phones can compete with it. Okey. . These are the cool and unique features of iphone. How can it be a drug?? I meant it is addictive. Once you started using iphones you only upgrade to the newer versions of it, not to other phones. Youl'll get irritated and angry when you find a small glitch in other phones which you cannot find it in iphone(unless you jailbreak).You'll switch on to Apple products and cannot come out of that circle. One hand it increases the value of the brand and you'll have an amazing user experience. On the other you'll get completely trapped in the world of Apple without even knowing it.

'BRANDED' Me

I have this huge craze for branded clothes. Not the ordinary ones but biggies like Calvin Klein, Gucci, Ed Hardy, and Diesel.etc. It's not a big deal for people who are rich. But for me whose father is an ordinary shopkeeper owning 8000 bucks Calvin Klein t-shirt is really a big deal- a very big deal indeed.

It all started when my uncle gave me a Tommy Hilfiger shirt which he bought from U.S. It felt so nice; in fact it felt like heaven for me. I was no more on earth after that. I used to boast to my friends telling “guys it’s Tommy”. And they will come near me to touch it which I never allowed them to. I used to wait for his return every year. And he used to surprise with all new branded clothes. And my joy found no boundaries.

When I turned 18 he stopped coming to India and heard he and his family settled there. This left me in a very depressed state. I always used to admire me in all expensive clothes. My dad used to give me some 2500 bucks from his very hard earned money for a shirt only to make me happy. But I used to shout at him very badly demanding more money. One day I went to Tommy Hilfiger showroom in Bangalore and saw this beautiful white shirt. I have never seen a pure white shirt before. I wore that shirt and it felt very comfortable. I was in sky again. It was all for a few seconds and everything changed as soon as I saw the price tag. It was a whopping 12k. A shirt worth 2500 bucks itself is a very huge deal for a guy like me. So the 12k shirt was something I can't even dream of. But I dreamt about it. I thought how handsome I would be in that shirt. And all people in my college will turn their heads when I pass them. They'll talk about me "He's wearing a 12k shirt. He must be very rich". Wow. . It was a great feeling. I started to save money. Made money by giving my bike for rent. Went for part time job. I cancelled my lunch to save that money and starved. I worked at night. Three months went like that. I counted each every note and I was disappointed that I was only near to 8k. I counted again and again. But the result was the same. I was very depressed and went to bed without having dinner. After about an hour so I felt someone brushing my hair. I opened my eyes and saw my dad. He told me “son, I know you are saving money for a shirt which costs my three months income. Those types of clothing are for rich people like your uncle. We should know where we are. I don't say that you should not dream about such clothing. Actually you should but only after meeting your basic needs. The remaining money you need is there in the shelf. Go buy that shirt. But my son you should remember one thing never look up at those millionaires and think we are nothing, look down at those people who have nothing and you'll find you are already a millionaire. I love you my son." His voice had many emotions. Love, care, concern, affection. I thought of my dad, how he starved and made me have my stomach full, how much he loved me and what I gave him back was shouting at him, demanding things he cannot afford but he tried his best to get things with all he have. I hardly remember the last time he raised his voice at me. Somewhere in the middle of these thoughts I fell asleep. 

I woke up bit late and did my morning chores. I counted my savings again, took it and also the money from the shelf and left for Tommy Hilfiger showroom. As my bike is not in good condition I decided to walk. On the way for the first time in my life I looked around and saw people sleeping in footpath, children wearing clothes having a number of holes which are difficult to count, people eating from garbage. I realized how lucky I was. I have a home, my own room, and the most beautiful parents. I have everything compared to these people. I reached the showroom and wore that shirt. I looked at myself. This shirt costs my dad's 3 months income. I can go for a vacation with this money. I can buy dozens of ordinary clothes. I can do dozen other things with this money. I saw a shameless creature in that shirt. I removed that shirt, kept it in its place and came out of the showroom. The person who came out was an entirely different person. I invested the money in a small business. Earned living out of it. And I am in a good position now.

In my long run I realized one thing life isn't about how you personalize your outer appearance, it's about inner beauty. And I'll never forget my dad's words. “Never look up at those millionaires and think we are nothing, look down at those people who have nothing and you'll find you are already a millionaire."