The Man Who Will Not Ask For Money
It was during a period of self-chosen exile when it finally hit me. February 2008. Two weeks at home quietly thinking, writing and sketching, limiting my interactions with people. An idea that had been forming itself for a while arrived out of the murky depths of confusion, aglow with promise. It was simple: I decided I would no longer charge money for my work. I was a convert to the gift economy. My time, my talents, my energy would be a gift to people, free of charge. I would accept whatever I got.
Having experienced the oxymoron called “college education” during my B.Com studies, I had made a rapid and happy exit from the world of academia. Over the next decade, I composed music for the ad industry in Bombay and co-founded a social enterprise with friends. Now, however, I focus mostly on two things: I put together personality development workshops and help spread green ideas for the sustainable use of the planet’s resources, so it remains healthy in the future.
After the initial noble high subsided, the questions rushed in. Why on earth would I want to do that? How would I make a living now? Wasn’t I making myself vulnerable to exploitation? But no matter how much or long I focused on the apparent absurdity of the idea, it continued to feel right. Nearly three years later, it still feels right. But when I look back, I wonder, was it about feeling noble? Or having the approval of the world?
My desire, however, stemmed from something more immediate. I was tired of what money was doing to me.
Money had begun to dominate me, making me accept work that didn’t have any heart. Holding back my best ideas became second nature. Until the money showed up, of course.
But what use is a song that is not sung? What use is unused creativity? Creativity is also spontaneity, and spontaneity cannot be wrapped up and saved for a rainy day. If it isn’t acknowledged it’s gone, maybe forever.
That initial rush of optimism surprisingly lasted a while. My first big project was coming up—organising an ecological visit to Ladakh for a group of 15 people. This was also the first time I was openly connecting the gift economy with my work; I did not set a fee. To their credit, no one in the group looked at me as if I were mad. I think they found the idea rather curious. Twenty-five days later, with many memorable experiences behind us, we returned from Ladakh. It was time to assess my takings.
My first gift economy earnings: about Rs 700 ($14). But this would barely cover a couple of taxi rides and a cold coffee at Barista. I could sense disappointment lurking. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way.
Where was that darned noble feeling when I needed it? And where was all the generosity I was expecting?
What a hypocrite I was! I was continuing to practise the profit-seeking ways of my earlier life. Clearly, there was a long way to go.
Project number two—co-facilitating a workshop that my friends were organising—materialised in winter 2008.
This time I was better prepared when the inevitable question came—“What would you like as your fee for the workshop?” Nice try. “No no, we really want to pay you for this workshop.” Sure thing. I’m not saying no. Heh heh! This was getting better and better. I could see my friends struggling to deal with this. How much should they offer me? Would it be too much or too little? What if I got offended with their offer?
They would just have to move past their initial discomfort and figure out what value they were receiving and were willing to support. This was fun. Finally, they called back with an offer, spoken in a rather tentative tone.
And it was a very good one too. There was no question of rejecting it; I really wanted to be part of this workshop, money or no money. The gift economy roller coaster ride was becoming increasingly enjoyable.
With three years of experience making such a living, I’m often asked whether I’ve been exploited. It’s quite the contrary, actually. Getting cheated was a constant worry and reasonably frequent experience earlier.
Now, one of two things happen. People are mostly generous in supporting me. The amounts I’ve received for my work easily equal and sometimes outstrip current “market rates.” Or if people are unable to offer me much or anything at all, I take it in stride.
Seen from the outside, the gift economy can be confusing. It overturns the values of the market economy.
The idea that one has to compete for scarce resources is jettisoned. Instead, our gifts of material goods, skills and time are freely circulated so that an ever-expanding circle of paying-it-forward is created in which the giver, in turn, becomes the receiver. So, how do we make this work? Two words—unconditional trust.
Learning to trust the universe hasn’t been easy, but something has clearly changed. Consider the following:
May 2009. My bank balance has just gone red. No one else knows about this. A stressful two days ensue.
And then I’m flooded with immediate and compelling relief as I remember what I need to do: “Give, and you shall receive.” I let the worry go and focus on work. A few days later, my friend Madhu calls saying someone has anonymously left me a gift as support for my work. It’s an envelope stuffed with cash. And it’s not a small amount. Money that I need arriving at just the right time, and anonymously at that, from someone who can’t possibly be aware of my need? What are the chances?
November 2010. I need a digital video camera for my work. I post a request on Facebook asking if anyone wants to sell one. A week later, a friend who was nominated in an online competition wins the exact same model that I need and gifts it to me. Coincidence? I think not.
Practising the gift economy way is ultimately an act of faith. Just like life. Belief without proof. Simple, unfettered faith.
The article was first published in Open magazine. Vinod Sreedhar facilitates workshops and Journeys With Meaning across India.




Comments
Many immigrants, minorities and some non-minorities have given more than they have to. They have sacrificed more, they have struggled longer (many still struggle), they have taken far less, they have shown the highest level of sensitivity, intelligence, kindness and integrity. It seems there are those who give too much, some who give a lot and some who just take, take and take.
One Black activist said, "It is time that the young Whites, White women, silent Whites and smug Whites took on their own leaders (on many sides of the political aisle). Those of us who protested against Vietnam war, and those of us who risked our lives to fight against racism and sexism, are the same ones who are fighting against today's wars and the Washington-Wall Street marriage or Congressional incompetency and corruption. The same people or their proteges! When is the larger system going to learn and give a little? At least the younger crowd is standing up and shouting at guys in their own communities, in Washington or Wall Street...who want Obama's birth certificate! Fifty years ago or hundred years most of them sneaked in from Europe with nothing - not an iota of documents. Now they want my birth certificate and ID to vote or to express my opinion? Look who gets second, third and fourth chances - even for the dirtiest laundry in the community and failed policies - just because their Anglo men of privilege? Can you imagine any of the Republican candidates today even being considered for a local office twenty years ago? If this is what so-called successful White boys can get away with...imagine the rest?"
There are wonderful Anglos who are agreeing with this and are humbly doing their social service...and not just asking of others.
Another person continued, "Obama has shown himself to be a negotiator, compromiser and even a big supporter of some Republican policies and agenda - against the wishes of his own progressive supporters. Yet Romney is running on a Republican ticket (with a long Democratic record he is covering up, denying or is ashamed of). And then Mr.Sanitarium, or is it Mr.Santorum, does not want some business regulations (which affects us directly), but he wants to regulate women's uterus and intimacy between adults of same gender. Is this not inconsistent with small government or fewer regulation philosophy he is preaching? One rule for these men and one rule for women! One rule for White boys and one rule for the rest! Sounds like 17th century Europe that early immigrants fled so they can 'create an independent democratic country called America that protects civil rights and freedom, and promotes justice for all'! These guys are taking it backward!"
Let us not always demand free service, free products and more giving from Heeras, Veeras, Marias, Yolandas and Vijays. Ask it of Janes, Johns, Julies and Justins also!
As one comedian noted, "I've been to McDonald for the last thirty years. I never get one free cup of coffee. I keep getting coupons to spend more! But a small Chinese restaurant, Thai restaurant and Indian restaurant gave me free tea and even snacks many times. We ask too much from our minorities and immigrants...and we gringos give little to them and to the world! Time to reverse that history and psychology. This time I am voting for....."
Let us hope that the last blank is filled with "Heeras, Veeras, Meeras, Yolandas, Marias and good Janes,,,"!
And lets thank some Johns, Jacks and Marks for stepping aside, and for not becoming a sly back seat driver!
Now who is going to pay some for more than thirty years of social work...while others get tenure, agency leadership and better connections and clout.
Somebody demanded, "Half the faculty in half the universities in the country should step down...and let others enter, be paid fairly and allow their research and contributions to be heard and appropriately rewarded".
That was a student whose name was not John, Jack, Jane or Julie!
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