People pride themselves on a lot of things.
Looks, brains, curvature of some muscles, non-curvature of other muscles and sometimes even the pain-taking capacity of a third set of muscles.
But, the worst kind of hubris that human-kind practises has to be putting a price tag on oneself.
How can we, puny, unreliable humans that we are, look another person in the face and spit out a random number without dissolving into helpless convulsions of laughter?
Because, at the very least, the person across the table will ask you –
Do you really deserve that?
And who can answer that question without experiencing roman-catholic levels of guilt.
At the worst, they will not ask that question.
They will state a fact: You do not deserve that much.
And then where will you be?
In my most lucid, self-conscious moments, this is a question which keeps coming back to me.
Who put me on a scale, weighed and calculated, every gram of me and said, I deem thee worth so-and-so per month?
And then I relax, because this ‘who’ solves everything.
I didn’t put a price on myself. Market-forces did.
Not my fault. (I knew the MBA would come in handy some day.)