Skip to main content

Zeroing in on Zero


As students, many of us knew only the Absolute Zero, the number Zero, the Empty set (0), the neutral number on the number line, and the natural even number, to name a few. But the zero I'm talking about today is the one that has value! And how much power it has gained over the years!

There is a zero in everything I see, hear or do. At least, of late. But the heaviest zero that sends my head spinning into a big zero is the one that I see in my bills. Name any bill -- grocery, telephone, bakery, electricity, shopping malls, eateries, restaurants -- and they seem to have gained a zero in the units place! 

Rewind a few years... At least there was one zero less, in the same bills, I mean to say. And probably we call this progress! Or is it just inflation? The expenses we meet everyday have boomeranged, or in the least doubled, in the past few years. Even the domestic helps and small service providers have added a zero to their services. What was a mere 40 has become 400 now. 

Fathoming the depth of the Zero or evaluating the number itself, in bills, is irresistible... especially when your aim is at saving a penny or two. But it seems to be impossible. 

So shall we name it the 'Impossible Zero'?  

Queen of Questions




Comments

  1. There's something funny about this zero. It seems to have attached itself to our bill amounts exclusively, and not to our income amounts. What partiality! This zero is approximating the effects of a black hole now..

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I'm no football

Sometimes, I feel I'm a football. Right from the word 'Go'. I can see the goal post and nothing else. Innumerable fans are cheering me and want me to achieve something, or at least score one goal. But this is not possible within a given time frame because this is no football match. And I'm a lone player. Ever since I started perceiving things around me, I've been hearing this word. In its many avatars . Is the word so addictive? The first one came up when I was in school. My life was full of life and threw so many surprises. A mountain of advice followed me like a shadow -- from parents, teachers, elders and family friends: "Have a goal in life. Otherwise you will be nowhere." "Goals inspire you to achieve." "Dare to dream but work towards a goal." Then came the late teens and I was into a bit of reading. Just plain inquisitive. But again, the word "goal" did not let me go. I read some of the quotable quotes f...

Human Bonding in a Media-filled World : A Lost Paradise?

A friend once told me - the greatest pain that can be possibly inflicted on a mankind is abandonment. I didn't realise the significance of those words at the time, but then, that's what life is, right? We encounter several people, live through several moments, not realising their true meaning and value they would later hold for us. But that's beside the point. Coming back to my original point in mind, what is abandonment? A prominent dictionary gives " ceasing to support or look after (someone)" as one of the meanings. This led me to think. Some of the more primitive life forms seem to survive alone. As the animals became more evolved, there is a distinct preference to living in groups, or the beginnings of  'social life'. Humans are highly evolved beings, with complex minds capable of thinking beyond the comprehensible. History has been witness to the rise and fall of several great civilisations with complex social structures. But suddenly, ...

Trying Travels

I recently travelled by bus on an overnight journey, and in a nutshell, it was a terrible experience. This was an anomaly, considering the number of times I've travelled ever since I was a kid. The bus was in a bad shape, and the driving - what can I say? Half the time I felt as if I was being dragged along the rugged road, with the bus taking off in short leaps like a grasshopper. And the rest of the time, I was trying hard to lie down with the tiniest part of me touching the sleeper berth, so that I could spare my poor aging body the agony of being flipped in air often with a vigorous jolt. The bus was of course air-conditioned. I had wanted that so that there would be at least some semblance of neatness and comfort on a long journey. What I had not anticipated was a gaping wide AC vent right on top of my head with the thermostat set at 16 degrees Celsius on a cold winter night. Well, the best part of my journey was that : it ended!! As I got down from the bus, I was th...