My mother had been dead for two years and there was never a single day when I hadn't cursed my unborn brother for for it. I broke my neighbors window one evening and he wouldn't leave a chance. He held my hand and took me to my father's lab. He started to blabber about the costs he had to incur for his window. My dad was busy with his work; he stopped for a moment and turned towards me. He gave me some money to pay the stupid fellow who left after I did so. My dad wouldn't let me sneak out, he called me back. “Just touch this sheet of plastic” he said handing me the sheet. It felt so thin. “What if we could substitute paper we use for plastic? We should be able to tear the plastic like we can do to a paper” he said taking it into his hands again. I went back to my room and started to brush through my science text. I knew my dad was wrong because plastics are widely used for their great mechanical strength. Yes, my dad was wrong and I knew it, he could never be right. I asked him that night at our eat-together dinner. He said “yes, you are right but it will be a revelation in this age of global warming. Just think of all the trees you would be saving and this plastic can even be recycled.” I remained silent for the rest of the dinner. I was 15 and I thought I had the right to question him. I have fairly good results in my tenth class. My friends have gone to study in big cities like Bombay and Bangalore. I joined a school for my eleventh as my dad knew someone who had a friend in that school. There were many students but I was a loner in my class. My dad passed away after an year. People say he was hit by a scooter but no one knew the real reason. I thought he overworked himself to death. It was just I and uncle after that. We could pull through for a month with the money in the house after that I had to sell my mother’s jewelry for uncle’s medicine. It was my habit to give him his medicine every day. We ran out of money and I could not pay my school fees. I could not attend school anymore. I started to hoard money, the more we have the more we live. We had to pay off all the bills every month. I started to access dad and mom’s bank accounts. I shouldn't be getting any money but the woman at the bank was very kind. It’s all about money, everything needs money, and everybody needs money. I remember an incident a few months before dad’s death. My dad and I had an argument, he wouldn't’ give me money for a movie. That day i didn't want to give my uncle his medicine. I ran up to the beach. I could just stroll around, no rides, no drinks and no candy. I needed money for all this. That incident was enough inspiration for me to think of a way of way t. o make some money.I searched the whole house and found some of my mother’s savings but that was not going to keep us alive for long. I needed a permanent solution to this problem. I continued my search into the lab. I never knew the lab had so much to explore. Some machines were huge and it really felt great in the lab. I felt my dad got lured into the magnificence of that place. Money, money, money I was getting restless and wished dad had some secret savings. After half an hour of searching all i could find was a ten rupee note half submerged in water. I slowly lifted it as I saw its imprint on the plastic bucket placed beside it. It struck me, I can use my father’s research with plastic and make money and that means real plastic money. I needed pressing machines for the imprints and I have them in the lab. I was excited at first but it was not as easy as it appeared. The imprinted notes must look authentic. I rushed to my dad’s room and searched for his research papers. It took me some time but i did find them.I started work that night after a detailed reading through dad’s papers.
