Indians have this habit of comparing. Review on Rich Dad, Poor Dad - Robert T. Kiyosaki

The review rich dad and poor dad, this is what the present generation to past three decades children lived with and it is the worst that happen to the parents who from the day one having kids have to live with a feel of comparison to our children that we are not so rich. What about rich dad.

Even here the rich dad wont feel not so rich compared to his relatives and his cousins and if some has better car makes them feel inferior.Here both rich dad and poor dad alike feel and for life till death it makes no difference. Death of rich and death of poor dad.

i feel both are same as far as children are concerned when something happens, the children feel the ceremony should be done very grandly, even the richest want to spend so lavish when close relative is dead and it can be in millions. Too much this factor.

They are rich because they have car, when I was in high school for eleven years walked home in the afternoon for lunch walk to home, it took forty minutes up and down and had only five minutes time to eat the lunch, so hungry, fast eat , fast run to home, fast back to school , here the painful feel was when it rained I had no umbrella, so I used to place the note book or test books over my head so I can avoid the rain drop or get drenched, i never used to think of standing under the shade of a tree, had to be in time to reach the class, why all these details of eleven years and not once had a drop by car.

but one of my relative had a car, his car driver used to come to fetch them and drop them back, they had clear twenty minutes to eat, where as I had only five minutes time, for eleven years I faced this situation, each time when their car passed, i used to run to beat the car, how can I succeed, it was futile too because I would get exhausted, but not once I felt jealous but felt deprived of. EVEN NOW I HAVE THE SAME FEELINGS.

To sum up, what I endured in childhood the feel of rich dad we are not, it will never be erased. why.

The same gift I have given to my children too, that they know their dad is not rich. this means.

one has to work very hard to bring into the minds of our children come what may come our dad gave us the best and sacrificed or else it continues for generation to generation. I feel this is my autobiography too of childhood,

For my parents we are eight children, this makes the most richest at that time could not afford to take care of his children properly dressed, properly fed, properly given milk, properly given books, nothing was proper, let me tell you I did not wear a underwear for ten years.WHY one may ask, if you wear it it would cost lot of money to buy, till the children were to reach tenth standard they did not wear underwear.This I have seen my class mates at tenth standard who did not wear, some had torn short pant and they used to hide by sitting akwardly, at that time there was no shyness feel if the buttons were not there, girls or teacher never chided the poor way one dressed. WET SHIRT AND WET HALF PANT.

I used to fear for saturday, classes started at eight am, and the shirt and half pant was not enough dry and if it was rainy season had to wear the wet half pant, when the body got warm, it used to get dry that was natures way of. EVENING.

Here I have to write this factor, when you dont have not so rich dad, for eleven years I never ate evening snacks. felt so hungry.

i used to ask mother please cook something so hungry, but she never would answer, she having so much work, was more busy to prepare the dinner which was at nine pm, for full four hours after the school was over, i used to watch the clock on the wall, please move fast, i am so hungry. Hunger is really painfull for a kid.

yes I have endured this hunger in the evening for full eleven years, it stopped only when I reached to college level, if one had 25 paisa was enough to get one dosa and one coffee full and it really could quench the hunger. my uncle in their house they ate evening.

i used to feel so sad, i had to wait till they had finished eating evening snacks, i used to feel standing outside the window, i used to watch their eating, when I knew they had finished would enter their home to play. Hungry and played carrom.

These memories still haunt me, it was fifty four years or more back it is as fresh as green leaves on the hill.some more hundreds in to compare the feelings are still there.

i had just four shirt and four half pant.two was reserved for functions and same I wore for years, for years till it became unfit to wear.