I had cleared my NCFM exam last week and managed a decent percentile which was quite a surprise in itself considering the fact that I just had a couple of weeks to prepare for it after my South India sojourn. Also surprising because a friend of mine in Chennai informed me that both his team lead and his senior project colleague had flunked the exam and that they would have to do it all over again.

Anyways, this certification led me to a consultant who was working on a banking project and was looking for someone who had some insights into how stock markets worked and the DeMat procedures that banks followed.

Finally there was it!!!

A chance to actually make my self useful on something that I was good at. Then followed a frenzy of communication on resumes, how much time I could work on the project considering the fact that I am waiting for my joining date and also cos of the other courses that I am pursuing right now.

Everything was finally in place by Sunday afternoon. Flexible timings, no stringent rules, great atmosphere, a stud of a manager and with a good pay( non-taxable btw) – what else could I ask for. But the icing is – Am working on the “Markets”, with all the info from 1979, for all the stocks ever listed, at hand. I finally got my hands on the database that I only thought I could create after more than 10yrs of hard work.

The best was yet to come, when in the team of 4, I was the only guy with any knowledge on how the Financial markets worked. The other 3 are hardcore techies with no fundas on how the system works. But have to give it to them man… they are “GOOD”. For me .Net is greek and these guys are its gods. Still trying to get a hold onto how the damm code works, but am confident, I ll get there.

Also, there are no tough deadlines. Primarily because the project is for 8 months and the delivery of the DeMat and online trading accounts is due only after 3 months. With 4 people working, it should be a cakewalk.

The first two days were great and the team is really nice. I am still in the process of configuring my comp and getting my hands dirty with all the data at my disposal. Damm, its as good as any comprehensive Stock Exchange info and its so well organized that trading now can be really profitable. Am not allowed to do that but the amount of knowledge that can be gained is priceless.

All the 3 yrs of work that went into trying to trade and make money on the markets has finally come good. Am feeling good, grt actually.Now, only god save Jhunjhunwala.

Gym Saga

My association with Gym’s started in the first year of Engg when I, on a whim to do something with the plethora of free time in my hand, decided to start toning my body and pump up those muscles. Noble thoughts. I got myself enrolled in the most prestigious Gym of my area called Gidwani’s and was promptly joined by a fellow college mate. The beginning’s were quite difficult thanks to the chilly winter mornings and the 5-min bike ride at temp’s of 15 degree centigrade. Now, if you ask what is it with Indians, esp. Hyderabadis, and complaints about weather which is not even in single digits, then let me tell you that as a rule we are better suited to warn-hot-blistering summers that slightly cool winters. Period.

After getting used to the routine, thanks to a very helpful coach who acknowledged our presence up to the time of our paying the complete deposit and the first month’s fees, we settled into the routine of waking up late, making excuses for skipping the routines and faking pains to avoid those particularly strenuous ab crunches. But we somehow managed to slug it out for about 6 months after which both me and my friend were particularly proud of some things. He for his rock solid, cut faced biceps, me for my ability and tactfulness to stand him everyday for 6 months. End of Gym number 1.

Then came Gym No. 2. This was a small, out of the spotlight kind of Gym which was very secluded and very private. I somehow don’t recall the name but am quite sure that it is of some combination of the words – Wonder, global, body, fitness, studio, buzz and so on. My relationship with this cute little place lasted less than a month because of reasons best left undescribed. Nope, I was not man-handled or propositioned. Just lets say, the place kind of got me into moods which were not very conducive to tough work outs.

The next one was a really plush Fitness Studio which boasted of State of the Art Fitness equipment, rich interiors and gaudy people. The trainer was the only person who had some level of decency and was very helpful right from the word go. He was the first one to prescribe routines that matched what I wanted for myself and completely excluded me from his grand scheme of plans to churn out psycho shreks obsessed with there body cuts. I had the pleasure of observing some characters during my gymming sojourns who just worked out to see themselves in the reflecting mirrors and gaze in wonderment. My stay here lasted for about 4 months during which time I must admit, I managed to get the near perfect athletic frame that I always dreamed of. But, thanks to the gusty grit that I have, the mere thought of maintaining what I had achieved was too a belittling thought. Roughly 2 months after I quit, I put on 15 kgs and ever since have been carrying that excess baggage.

Exactly on year back I enrolled myself at a nearby gym to the new place we moved into. This place was in total contrast to what I had encountered in all my previous affiliations. It was a middle-class kind of a gym where you would always run into a similar kind of person as you are( referring to the same physical characteristics), quite, spacious, new and the best of all totally unobtrusive. The trainer would let you do all that you wanted with his expertise jutting in only when asked. It was neat and hygienic and you felt at peace. My tarries here lasted for around 3 months during which I neither gained nor lost anything.

Finally, I have decided again to get back to working on my body, thanks to an unsolicited and nasty advice given by a very boorish salesman at Westside. What actually happened was this:

I was casually shopping at Westside one evening when a sudden desire to get a new pair of loose-antift jeans blew over me. I decided to try one out and when I proceeded with my regular size 32” pair, the over helpful salesman hounded me to the changing rooms as if I was about to commit blasphemy, and with a very sorry face requested me to get my size verified once. I was very confident about my waist and happily confronted him that I had been always buying 32” size and that they are a perfect fit for me. With an even sadder face he put his tape and confirmed to my horror that I was a size 35” and that in order to have a proper comfort fit, I should try on a size 36”. Then followed a whisper of a unsolicited remark-advice-suggestion-remark-mock that made me go ……

Not getting into anything nasty, I have finally decide to get back to my normal waistline. So, today morning I landed at my previous gym and had a go at the treadmills-joggers-ab-crunchers etc. So far so good. Lets see how long this lasts…

Some thing that caught my attention today:

Signboard at a Texas ranch:

Trespassers will be shot!

Survivors will be shot again!!!

Wondering how a Texan got this creative???

Without you.

A hundred days had made me older
since the last time that I’ve saw your pretty face

A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same

But all the miles had separate
They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it’s only you and me
The miles just keep rollin
as the people either way to say hello
I’ve heard this life is overrated
but I hope that it gets better as we go

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me

Everything I know,
and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls,
when it’s all said and done
it get hard but it won’t take away my love

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me.

3 Doors Down,



A million others…

Art of Procrastination

I will start studying from September 1. I will start mailing my resumes once my provincial is in. I will buy a sax after I get my call letter. I will start swimming after my gym routines are underway. I will get my bike repaired after I am done with the car. September 1. I will make a new beginning. 5’O clock. Gym. Stocks. Certification. CEFIL. Definitely from September 1.

Procrastination. My biggest enemy. I do it all the time. I do it because it is easy. I procrastinate because it is convenient. It’s tempting, bright, sunny and whole hearted. I procrastinate.

My whole life I have always planned to do this, do that, go here, be there, buy this, and wear that. But most of it never happened. Never happened because I never got down to doing it. Never made myself get up from that soft bed and do something worthwhile, something that I could probably feel good about. Most of the time I would listen to loud music in my room – locked up of course and enact myself doing great things and being all that I wanted to be. Never got down to doing anything.

Is it typical human tendency to be like the way I am or is it the way with most of them in the world. Its easy to point a finger at all the irregularities that are there in one’s life and say that once I manage to iron out the few creases that refrain me from going all out and doing stuff, I will get down seriously to it. But I believe one can never. Life is a constant process of evolving and trying to find a balance between the good/great/right/proper things and the not so easy ones which tend to dock one’s capabilities and minifies them from performing at the optimum.

One of the most amazing things that I have discovered about myself is that I can do difficult things or stuff which generally entails a lot of hard work, dedication, precision and a stubborn approach to get things done quite easily. Its only when it comes to daily mundane stuff that requires monotonous organization, detail and a penchant to do that drudging thing again and again is when I falter. Again I think this is a universal phenomenon. What happens is to do the extraordinary is easy because you will definitely go all out on that pursuit. Slack sets in when that is to be done everyday and with the same zeal and finesse.

Procrastination is a one things that I desperately need to get rid of. Writing all this is one good way to do it. All it takes is a focused mind, a dedicated soul and an itching sense to get the work done. Let me see whether I am up to the task.

Stock Markets…eh? You??

The most common expression on the face’s of my acquaintance when I tell them what I am doing these days. Yes, I am hooked onto the financial markets of the country. I trade in stocks and try to make money. Yes, I am taking undue risks which might make me bankrupt. Yes, its speculation and there are no ethics. Yes, it’s a type of gambling and you will always end up losing (???). But, is not everything today somehow qualifies in one of the above categories?

Jan Ullrich & Lance Armstrong.

Consider this:

1993: Jan Ullrich – Youngest Amateur World Cycling Champion
Lance Armstrong – Junior Cycling Champion
1994: Jan Ullrich – World’s Fastest Bike Rider
Lance Armstrong – American Cycling Champion.
1995: Lance Armstrong – 36th – 1st stage Victory
1996: Jan Ullrich – Debut – Finishes 2nd
Lance Armstrong – Down with cancer.
1997: Jan Ullrich – First
Lance Armstrong – Down with cancer.
1998: Jan Ullrich – Second
Lance Armstrong – Down with cancer.
1999 – 2005 – Lance Armstrong – Tour de France Champion
Jan Ullrich – Second

They are probably the greatest rivals that any sport has ever seen and also probably the toughest competitors in the world with each one having gone through his fair share of triumphs and tribulations. One knows what it means to be a step away from death and the other knows what it is like to be perennially a step away from achieving the greatest goal in the sport.

Lance Armstrong has for the seventh consecutive time won the Tour de France, the world championship in the field of cycling. And Jan Ullrich in all probability will finish second for the 7th time in his career. Nothing will be more gratifying for one and more painful for the other.

What really sets these men apart from the rest of 200-odd bike riders in the sport is that both of them have over a period of time understood that to ride 3500 miles in 21 days takes not only talent, strength & guts but also a true spirit of companionship and an attitude to take your rival along and decide it right at the finish under equal conditions. Both these men have done it for the last 9 years of their professional life’s and that is why they are not only the best in the sport but also the best of friends.

I really got hooked onto the sport about 4yrs back when ESPN was really about sports and not about soap opera television and Indian cricket re-run marathons. That was the time when Lance and Jan rode together day after day in practically the most treacherous mountain stages, sometimes the only 2 left on cold rainy days. But they never left each other’s side and always battled for supremacy right at the end.

Like F1, it was the same story every year. Lance would eventually win on the last time-trail in the run unto the Champs-Ellessyes and Jan would settle on the second step hoping for the reversal of fortunes the next year. But much unlike F1, cycling was never boring when these two were in the midst of the huge Peleton. The breakaways would succeed but never did that effect their overall focus to cover the distance in the shortest time among the rest.

The camaraderie was there to be seen by one and all. I still remember the days when on particularly difficult climbs, one would sit up for the other to come up and then attack the elements with their combined forces. They would create mock chases and show of strengths just to get the crowds excited. They would even exchange drinks to show the amount of trust they possessed in each others teams. They were men of flesh and blood who at the end of the day truly enjoyed their glasses of 1869 bolognas watching their kids grow up to be just as resilient


I opened the window and looked into the sky to see the moon disappear into the clouds. here was darkness all around which was lightened suddenly by a thunderous passion in my heart and that was the moment when u came to accompany me through out my life and promising me that u would never leave me again and consoling me of my past memories and agonies. You gave life to a dying plant and energized it to grow strong. I feel you are an angel of friendship so please forgive me and come to take me into a world of happiness…