Pocket money is to kids what income is to adults. We work so hard to impress our parents, doing all our homework on time and by scoring good marks in examinations! Being a 90’s kid, back when our lives weren’t technology-laden, every rupee counted. I would receive pocket money from my Dad and the amount increased as I kept growing up. My grandmother would bring us remote cars and coloured pencil pouches during vacations. My relatives would come home with toys and gifts and that would make me and my brother happy. I would pretend to be happy when they came but secretly wished for them to leave because that’s when they would give us pocket money HAHA 🤫 Though my parents gave me enough pocket money for that age, it’s always nice to have a little extra, isn’t it? I would collect all my little earnings and store them in my piggy bank. I loved spending money on chocolates (I have a big sweet tooth but that’s a story for another day) and secretly ate them during my sports class. (Who cared about fitness back then 😜). Thanks to my parents, I had a wonderful childhood.
I remember my dad would make it a point to note down the budget and expenses whenever we went on a trip. He would teach me and my brother how to spend and record our expenses in a journal. That would give us control over our expenses. I slowly became adept at saving money.
Tell me from who would you get that little extra pocket money in your childhood ??
-Hariprriya
In my case we never had a concept of pocket money but ask and get it..i mean not.money but what I want…just wondering..u never had any fights with ur brother/any friends in childhood for the little earnings of gifts and chocolates ☺️?
of course yes ! if u have siblings , fights are a must 😀
Those were the days……5 rupaayi pocket money kottu friends jothe ardha gante baadige cycle hodithiddhaaga irthiddha Khushi, eega, laksha laksha rupaayi ya super bike oodsudhru sigalla……back when, life was simple and not so complicated and smaller things were enough to make us happy……….
“The boy playing in the sand looks up at the private jet flying in the sky and wishes, I should be like that one day, but the rich guy in the private jet looks down at the kid playing in the sand and wishes the good old days of his childhood can come back”
very true 🙂 though I had my cycle at home, whenever I visited my grandparents during the summer holidays, I used to rent a small cycle of my size to cycle around with my cousins , miss those days 🙂
Pocket money ? ಆ ಪದಾನೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿರ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ ನಮಗೆ. School days ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬಸ್ ಚಾರ್ಜ್ ಗೆ ಅಂತ 1 Rs. ಕೊಡ್ತಿದ್ರು. ಹೋಗೊಕೆ 50 ಪೈಸೆ ಬರೋಕೆ 50 ಪೈಸೆ. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಉಳಿದ್ರೆ next ದಿನ ಬಳಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕಿತ್ತು. ಬೇರೆ ಮಕ್ಕಳು school ಹತ್ರ ಮಾರೋ ಪೇರಲೆ, ನೇರಳೆ ಹಣ್ಣು ತಗೊಂಡು ತಿಂತಿದ್ರೆ, ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ನೋಡಬೇಕಿತ್ತು. ಹೀಗಾಗಿ ಚಿಕ್ಕಂದಿನಿಂದಲೇ ದುಡ್ಡು ಉಳಿಸೋದು ಬಡತನವೇ ನಮಗೆ ಕಲಿಸಿತ್ತು.
Very inspiring 🙂
Could u show us your earring collection from childhood if u have?
I do have my piggy bank but not savings 😛
hahahaha….! so funny
ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಯಸ್ಸಲ್ಲೂ, ಕಾಲೇಜ್ ಟೈಮಲ್ಲೂ ಅಪ್ಪ ನಂಗೆ ಪಾಕೆಟ್ ಮನಿ ಅಂತೇನೂ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿಲ್ಲ. ಮಕ್ಳಿಗೆ ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಹಾಳ್ ಮಾಡ್ಬಾರ್ದು ಅನ್ನೋದು ಅವರ ಮಾತು. ಆದ್ರೆ ಚಿಕ್ಕವನಿದ್ದಾಗ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಜ್ಜ ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಡ್ತಿದ್ರು.. ನಮ್ಮ ಹಳ್ಳಿಯಿಂದ 10 ಕಿಲೋ ಮೀಟರ್ ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ಸಿಟಿಗೆ ನಾನು ಶಾಲೆಗೆ ಹೋಗ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ಆಗ ಪ್ರತಿ ಶನಿವಾರ ನಮ್ಮ ತಾತ(ಅಜ್ಜ) ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಡ್ತಿದ್ರು.ಇದೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಲಿಟಲ್ ಅರ್ನಿಂಗ್ಸ್. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಐಸ್ ತಗೊಂಡು ತಿಂತಿದ್ವಿ. ಇನ್ನೂ ಆ ಸಿಹಿ ಬಾಯಲ್ಲೇ ಇದೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ತಾತ ಇವತ್ತು ನಮ್ಮ ಜೊತೆಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಆಮೇಲೆ ಕಾಲೇಜ್ ಟೈಮಲ್ಲಿ ಅಮ್ಮ ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಡ್ತಿದ್ರು. ಆಗ ಸೇವಿಂಗ್ಸ್ ಅನ್ನೋ ಐಡಿಯಾನೂ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಈಗ ನಾನೇ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡ್ತಿರೋದ್ರಿಂದ ದುಡ್ಡು ಉಳಿಸಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನೋ ಜವಬ್ದಾರಿ ಬಂದಂಗಿದೆ. ಆದ್ರೂ ಈಗ ಎಷ್ಟೇ ದುಡಿದ್ರೂ ತಾತ ಕೊಡ್ತಿದ್ದ 10 ರೂಪಾಯಿನೇ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಅನ್ಸುತ್ತೆ.
Very true 🙂 Good old memories, stay with us forever ☺️
yeah definitely..