The lady took her niece's hand and ushered her to sit next to her. She was in her late fifties. Her hair was gray and there were some wrinkles under her eyelids, despite all that, she looked firm and commanding. She was rich, famous and powerful. Her husband died ten years ago leaving her no kids but a great fortune. She has been managing this for a long time. The companies that deal with the petrol were more than five major ones. Two in America, one was in Britain. For the other two companies, one was in the gulf area and another one was in Venezuela. There were also the branches for those companies scattered all over the world. she wanted to train her niece to take care of this huge responsibility.
Her niece was seventeen and she wanted her to understand how to manage such huge companies after her death. She was telling her about power. The girl was thinking that money was the power. Her aunt told her that money was only a mean to get you somewhere. Power is the target. If you own the power, money can come easily. The aunt was hoping for the head of the parliament. She was elected as a member six years ago, and she was trying to get to that post since then. That is why she wanted her niece to think about power. But her niece is absolutely different from her. She thinks money is power. You can buy voters to elect you and vote for you. Or you can pay to get whatever you desire, as long as you have the ability to pay for it.
The girl came and sat beside her aunt. It is useless to discuss the matter with her. Each party is convinced with his own ideas. The aunt started to tell her niece to think about power seriously. There is something which cannot enter the little head of that girl. She thought to herself, we have more than fourteen companies all over the world. Our monthly net profit is nearly more than one seventy million dollars a month. My aunt is driving me crazy. What does she need? What is there to be put into consideration?
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Xie xie Dempsey! Thanks for your comment on that blog.
Good article,I liked it
Bahut shukriya Reena! Lakin sub si paihili, main tumara dost manta. doosri bar, main tun ku taaleem deta, lakin ap sabar karo. Thanks for your nice comment! I hope to be one of your friends.
nice... i liked this story.
Danyavaad Reena! Thanks for liking (money or power)
Welcome, Reena! I hope to be one of your friends. Thanks again.
Tidak ada yang hidup yang memprovokasi Icha. No one lives who provokes my friend Icha. Wow! Icha.. You went too deep. Don't let anyone of these zigzagging politicians to hear you. You will be an easy target for them. My dear good friend, you have to keep something for yourself. I ask Allah for forgiveness, I do not want to be a dumb devil. With the game of politics, the dirty game as they call it, you have to keep at least, two or three cards to throw them at the final or last move. I really wanted you and the other readers to show me what I was really trying to get at. Thanks Icha for your long and nice comment.
Hi Dara,
Is this story from your contemplation or real? In my opinion, both between money and power they have strong relationship. With money you can buy a power (it is fact that happen everywhere) and with the power you can get back the money that you spent for gaining the power. See, from this sentences we know directly the pattern is. Why corruption is occupying all aspects in our lines and more severe day by day (the greediness trait of human will be end if they have buried under the earth already). It happens especially in the bureaucracy level. The sort of these things make me sick. By the way you have provoked me to spill out my thoughts here haha…
I just want to know what is your point of view from this story? Thanks for sharing this story with us
Tebakan mu Icha. It is your guess. First, it has been a long time. Second, I hope you are doing fine. Third, I am sorry for the late reply. Thank you.