Overview
It is an imaginary autobiography of metallic money commonly known as coin. It should be considered as a piece of literature and the imagination of the author. Readers are requested to exercise discretion while using the following autobiography of a coin for any reason or intent whatsoever.
Nemesis and genesis
I am a coin, the metal money. It is my common name; for I am one of the countless clones of mine. I do not know exactly when I was invented. However, I have heard a student reading her history book that a Mughal ruler in India tried to circulate a coin made of leather during the Mughal age. I feel the idea, though nice, was not sustainable in the long run. Therefore, I believe, there can seldom be a leather coin etc. circulating in any part of the world. I have heard that people would exchange commodities when I was not invented. This system of exchange was called the barter system. I still hear that this system is still in vogue in some primitive economies. On the other hand, the advent of plastic money, virtual money, online fund transfer, etc. seem to be a threat for my existence in distant future. The barter system had some basic flaws, for example the problem of double coincidence, and that of indivisibility of valuable commodities and live products like cattle etc. Possibly, therefore, there was the need of a means of exchange called money. I am perhaps one of the earliest avatars of money.
Present day scenario
Nowadays, I am manufactured by the authorised statutory bodies, commonly known as the central bank, monetary agency, etc. in almost all the sovereign countries of the world. Some countries may also have a common currency like the Euro (European Union), Rouble (CIS), etc. I am normally made of a metal or an alloy. Usually, I am stainless and non-corrosive so that I can be durable in the long run. In olden days I was also made of precious metals like gold, silver, etc. Nowadays, I am normally made of iron or some ferrous alloy with or without nickel plating etc.
The story of my life
I wish to share the story of my own life very briefly. I was born just a few years back in India. I was very happy for I was shining and was among my countless clones. I was packed in a jute bag along with a few others. It seems that I was travelling in a motor van for the first time. I fell asleep. When I woke up I saw the broad daylight. I could not see any of my clones around. I found that I have started working. People exchanged me for anything. After a few months or years_ as I could not see the calendar or a watch_ I reached the small palms of a child called Phuchung. He inserted me into his powder-container turned bank! I got some rest after a very busy schedule. I found several other coins of different denominations_ some older and some younger. I spoke with them, and they almost had the same life-story like mine. One of them told me that the year 2013 was printed on me. It means I was born in 2013. It also told me that I was shiny no more. It is normal. It meant I was around 3 years old. After some time, I felt like I was in gaol. I remember some stories read by a few children that in the days of kings, queens, thieves, and pirates I was usually made of gold. The owners would keep them (the coins) in secret chambers, caves, underneath the earth-surface, etc. to protect them. Thank God! I do not need oxygen or water, else I would not be telling you my own story.
I remember I got some rest again when I was placed over the feet of a God. I was used as an offering by a devotee. I would get the sweet smell of various aromatic things including flowers, fruit, etc. It was, perhaps, the most majestic period of my life: everyone bowed before me! However, it did not last long when I was thrown into a holy river along with a few other things. I moved downstream very gradually in the river basin. I remained there for quite some time until a brave and naughty child found me near the bank in front of a great temple. He exchanged me for a candy. I was again in the market back to my regular life and hectic work-schedule.
After a few months or so when the Bank of Phuchung was full his mother broke it open. They counted the coins, and gave the entire sum of money to his dad. His dad gave him some paper currency in exchange; and promised him to give him more, if he saved again in future. Phuchung was ,perhaps, as old as I was. He was a very lovely boy. I always miss him. His father spent me the same day while travelling in a bus. My same busy journey restarted. I change hands every day and I enjoy it. However, whenever I think of the gossip of some men that some people melt coins for making some other things in order to gain profit illegally my heart sinks. It causes me to become scarce. Suddenly, people start not parting with me very easily. I heard many people and traders facing problems due to my scarcity in the past. Many buyers could not buy things. There were occasional rows between passengers and the bus-conductors or autoricksaw-drivers. I did not like the situation. I wondered why did the police not stop those people who illegaly melt coins for profit. Possibly, they are busy doing more important jobs or handling more critical issues in such a large country like India where they are commensurately highly understaffed and overloaded with work. However, the problem seems to be more cyclical than permanent. Sometimes there are plenty of me and no one faces any problems. Sometimes I am rare and people fight because of it.
My philosophy of life
Well, I know that matter is indestructible. Therefore, I am not afraid anymore. Everything that is born most complete its purpose and depart; and then return with a new purpose. I feel I was born for serving people who wanted to exchange, that is buy or sell something: and I have been doing my job quite satisfactorily so far.
My parting words
Did I forget to tell you that I am a one rupee coin? Maybe, we would meet some day.
Disclaimer: Any resemblence to any narural or artificial person or authority or entity is mere coincidence. Therefore, readers are requested to have a readerlike view only. Thanks.
It is an imaginary autobiography of metallic money commonly known as coin. It should be considered as a piece of literature and the imagination of the author. Readers are requested to exercise discretion while using the following autobiography of a coin for any reason or intent whatsoever.
Nemesis and genesis
I am a coin, the metal money. It is my common name; for I am one of the countless clones of mine. I do not know exactly when I was invented. However, I have heard a student reading her history book that a Mughal ruler in India tried to circulate a coin made of leather during the Mughal age. I feel the idea, though nice, was not sustainable in the long run. Therefore, I believe, there can seldom be a leather coin etc. circulating in any part of the world. I have heard that people would exchange commodities when I was not invented. This system of exchange was called the barter system. I still hear that this system is still in vogue in some primitive economies. On the other hand, the advent of plastic money, virtual money, online fund transfer, etc. seem to be a threat for my existence in distant future. The barter system had some basic flaws, for example the problem of double coincidence, and that of indivisibility of valuable commodities and live products like cattle etc. Possibly, therefore, there was the need of a means of exchange called money. I am perhaps one of the earliest avatars of money.
Present day scenario
Nowadays, I am manufactured by the authorised statutory bodies, commonly known as the central bank, monetary agency, etc. in almost all the sovereign countries of the world. Some countries may also have a common currency like the Euro (European Union), Rouble (CIS), etc. I am normally made of a metal or an alloy. Usually, I am stainless and non-corrosive so that I can be durable in the long run. In olden days I was also made of precious metals like gold, silver, etc. Nowadays, I am normally made of iron or some ferrous alloy with or without nickel plating etc.
The story of my life
I wish to share the story of my own life very briefly. I was born just a few years back in India. I was very happy for I was shining and was among my countless clones. I was packed in a jute bag along with a few others. It seems that I was travelling in a motor van for the first time. I fell asleep. When I woke up I saw the broad daylight. I could not see any of my clones around. I found that I have started working. People exchanged me for anything. After a few months or years_ as I could not see the calendar or a watch_ I reached the small palms of a child called Phuchung. He inserted me into his powder-container turned bank! I got some rest after a very busy schedule. I found several other coins of different denominations_ some older and some younger. I spoke with them, and they almost had the same life-story like mine. One of them told me that the year 2013 was printed on me. It means I was born in 2013. It also told me that I was shiny no more. It is normal. It meant I was around 3 years old. After some time, I felt like I was in gaol. I remember some stories read by a few children that in the days of kings, queens, thieves, and pirates I was usually made of gold. The owners would keep them (the coins) in secret chambers, caves, underneath the earth-surface, etc. to protect them. Thank God! I do not need oxygen or water, else I would not be telling you my own story.
I remember I got some rest again when I was placed over the feet of a God. I was used as an offering by a devotee. I would get the sweet smell of various aromatic things including flowers, fruit, etc. It was, perhaps, the most majestic period of my life: everyone bowed before me! However, it did not last long when I was thrown into a holy river along with a few other things. I moved downstream very gradually in the river basin. I remained there for quite some time until a brave and naughty child found me near the bank in front of a great temple. He exchanged me for a candy. I was again in the market back to my regular life and hectic work-schedule.
After a few months or so when the Bank of Phuchung was full his mother broke it open. They counted the coins, and gave the entire sum of money to his dad. His dad gave him some paper currency in exchange; and promised him to give him more, if he saved again in future. Phuchung was ,perhaps, as old as I was. He was a very lovely boy. I always miss him. His father spent me the same day while travelling in a bus. My same busy journey restarted. I change hands every day and I enjoy it. However, whenever I think of the gossip of some men that some people melt coins for making some other things in order to gain profit illegally my heart sinks. It causes me to become scarce. Suddenly, people start not parting with me very easily. I heard many people and traders facing problems due to my scarcity in the past. Many buyers could not buy things. There were occasional rows between passengers and the bus-conductors or autoricksaw-drivers. I did not like the situation. I wondered why did the police not stop those people who illegaly melt coins for profit. Possibly, they are busy doing more important jobs or handling more critical issues in such a large country like India where they are commensurately highly understaffed and overloaded with work. However, the problem seems to be more cyclical than permanent. Sometimes there are plenty of me and no one faces any problems. Sometimes I am rare and people fight because of it.
My philosophy of life
Well, I know that matter is indestructible. Therefore, I am not afraid anymore. Everything that is born most complete its purpose and depart; and then return with a new purpose. I feel I was born for serving people who wanted to exchange, that is buy or sell something: and I have been doing my job quite satisfactorily so far.
My parting words
Did I forget to tell you that I am a one rupee coin? Maybe, we would meet some day.
Disclaimer: Any resemblence to any narural or artificial person or authority or entity is mere coincidence. Therefore, readers are requested to have a readerlike view only. Thanks.
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