Throughout my life I have observed that it is not necessary at all, for only able beings to reach the helm of affairs, nor is it necessary that only hardworking people become rich and wealthy. First and foremost it is the family in which one is born into, that helps one to succeed. We all hanker after wealth, pay and promotion and at times feel, having been given a raw deal. Well then it’s our misfortune, to have been at a place, where our choosing has or had no say what-so –ever.

Let’s start from the beginning. Is it our fault that the ‘y’ genes of pop’s sperms, did not capture the right’ x’ off the mom’s ovum. Also that pops’ x’ gene, ran faster to ensure that one, became a woman.

Next when you did arrive, as a boy or a girl, was it your mistake, that your pop was jobless and your mom illiterate… Then luck played a role, as some distant uncle, bachelor, and unmarried and without an heir, leaves all his wealth to you, as it was written by someone, somewhere and you became from a pauper to be a millionaire.

Tell me what your contribution was in this case, of becoming so extremely wealthy, only because your uncle loved to have a daughter, but he never married. Also your pop’s sperms’ ‘y’ genes were so very sluggish. This is where only heaven knows, what role luck has to play. So next time you see a top executive, also think you could have been in his place, if only at him also, luck did not wink.

Now here’s the catch, who knows when to be lucky? Also to be at the right place, at the right time and with the right people and also have only right circumstances, no lefts at all, with you. How then to generate more money and make additional wealth, the source of pleasure, not pain. As when people flock around one to ask for a donation, or assistance to meet expenses for someone’s, a false cremation. What should be your priorities then? Do you or any one else knows, when luck comes and how fast it goes.

Please now generate a thought around my good luck. Some good guy read my poems and asked me, whether I was a poet, as he found my poems interesting and captivating, as well as genuinely original. Plagiarism was the in thing, so he sent me to ‘’AUTHSPOT’’, to earn so much money, though no, not in dollars, but only in a few pennies. He was a genuine, though unknown well wisher. I have thus achieved some of my intended aim, so far which was only imaginary, in my minds eyes.