On the run...

Song : Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson

I had a good nights rest yesterday. How do I know? The drive to work was quite pleasing.
Of course the fact that there was paint music playing on the radio also had to do something with it.

A Funny Thing called Ambition

I've been disconnected from the world for a while. Not carrying my phone, for a week, has shaken things up. Having recieved a nasty work email, somehow has got me running again, which coupled with my belly trying to express its passion these days, isnt keeping things too handsome. I'm having Jungle Boy returning to the City anxiety at the moment, which I'm sure will pass. I'm hesitating going back to the real world, away from this break from the world.

All of the above means, I've spent some time thinking, and sleeping a lot. I'm going to have a nasty Sleep cycle change when I get back to Dubai. I am, however, as we speak trying to get back on track with work - at least partially. I cant let the bar drop now, after all the i

nitial hard work, to be given some responsibility, I do not want them thinking, I'm not what th

ey're looking for. The funny thing about Ambition is, that you never realise 'How much there really is

'. I look around this city, and see a lot of opportunity - Everywhere, from Unfinished Construction Sites, And empty square of land, or just the intent I see in the eyes of its inhabitants. These people, will not be left behind.

At this point in time, I am half thinking I will take the plunge. Common sense, eventually prevails. Time will bring its own surprises. I'm making plans over plans, to achieve, what I think is what I want right now. The hope is, that there isnt someone up there laughing at me.

Ramadan is Approaching - I'm hoping for a revolution in my life. Lets see.

cheers

Ajwad

Begining!

Ok, so I've arrived to Hyderabad, and its been nice so far. Shankar flew in from Coimbatore, and Rama apparently refused to get to Bangalore for a get together. Feels nice, getting in touch. We've all changed so much, yet it seems as though we are back in College, buffooning away, without a care in the world.

We're all rushing ahead in life, some obsessed, some not so much, but that spark that makes all of us click so much is still there.

I've not slept in about most of a day, but I dont think I'm tired. Maybe when I hit the bed, the dull pain in my back will put me to sleep.

Right now feels like my life has been put on pause, but I'm really not too excited to stay and play. Does time build hesitation on people, to let go. Maybe because right now takes me back to my parallel life, where I was someone else. Or was I.

One thing: Never Enjoyed Running so much!

Cheers,

Ajwad

With a Promise

To update this Page more often.

Judging by the amount of dust I've had to blow off it - I think I've been missed - NOT!

How goes life?

cheers,

AJ

Make my day A**hole!

When was the last time you looked in the mirror?I did… today morning… and I had an ugly person stare back at me.

For all the sceptics, you probably are the person that you hate the most, mainly because you fail to live up to you stupid fucking standards that you set for yourself.I envy the people who are ab-FUCKING-sorbed in self love. Good for all of youI want to be like them;I'm a decent actor;BUT: What the fuck do you do to fool yourself?Sometimes I wish I was an idiot… living like… bloody everyone else! The cruel man up there just had to give me a brain to think with… much like a pocket comb to break out of a prison cell. What am I supposed to do with it? Think? And ?

Maybe, I'm kinda spineless. But they programmed me that way… in conformance to standards. Everything is the same. Like an assembly line of idiots manufactured by the thousands every day, complete with significant brain shrinkage, with all the ultrasounds, and the sonograms, and the MRI's and the WTF's that they subject to unhealthy half babies, breeding in unhealthy mothers, fathered by a man who wheezes through a roll in the sack, and he was probably born to parents who were hippies, and advocated free love. Did you know that today, Autism is like the fucking common cold… We're all the same - morons, with primitive intelligence, like I said, in conformance to standards. I'm surprised we all dont speak the same language yet… Wait, we do, dont we? Hld dat tht 4 a sec, brb…

The fact of the matter is, we like subjugation, we like being opressed, and we like being humiliated, which kinda leaves us to be what we are, a frustrated planet. For example, Some of us tie our partners, and thats just payback for what life does to us: tie us up and engage in rough anal play.What I'm really saying is: Can we change? Can we really make a difference? Or is the smoke going to settle one day, and we're gone, and the only phrase fitting our epitaph is "Also lived: Some dude who died"?I guess…

The only thing that i need to add to this is: "is this the world we want to bring up our children in?". There: maybe some minor editing and I'm good to run for President! Maybe I'll get a nobel prize for scratching my secret service protected balls, and watching the world go to shit.

More later, taking a leak has high priority right now.

Adios,

Aj

Waiting...

Change?Not the pocket kind...
Well, Whose Pocket has my life?
Or is my change generic?
Part of many? In a bowl?
Changing hands over trivial things,Parking Tickets, Aspirin and Smokes?

Waking up; its Winter.
Washing, Grooming;
Moving gears;
In a Giant Machine?
Do I know me at all?
Waiting for the end,
The 25th;
End of the Month;
Waiting, To begin Again;
For the Ritual,
Of being Broke Again...

SunBlasters - Its only words that I have

Since I've exhausted all my money... words are all I have to live with. Of course I can't eat them (Hopefully I'll get to that point some day). Over the course of my short life, I've always had this recurring idea. I wanted to make my masterpiece. Something that I could leave behind after I died, but of course, when I thought about it when I was seven, I just wanted to be cool. I have been, unsuccessfully, for the past 22 years of existence, trying to write a book. And its not like I havent tried; Case in point:

The Summer of '99:

We were kids, and didnt particularly like class, so 5 of us decided to do something fun. We were playing Pen-Fight (Its cooler to play, than it sounds) in the lsat bench, when I told Wasi, Abishek and Aswin (My friends from school), that one day the sun is going to become huge and swallow up the earth (I read an article about Red Giants the previous Day). Me and aswin were fond of The hardy Boys and the 3 Investigators, and such novels that starred High School kids. We lived and breathed Frank and Joe Hardy. Suddenly I had a brainwave. We will write a book. A book about 5 (Started with 3 kids, but soon, Muneem and Ranjith joined in) Adventurers, that survive the odds, and stop the sun, before all of mankind was doomed. We called ourselves, The SuN BlAsterS.

We quickly decided on what our roles would be:

Wasi : The strong man - tough on space aliens, with a heart of gold

Aswin and Me: The Brains of the team, extremely Agile - We also got the girls ( Ok so I short changed them : But you know what : "Mera Bat, to meri Batting")

Abishek and Muneem: The Logistical Support; The pilots of our Space Ship (the SB III) and rad riders of the space bikes(Sparrow and Sidewinder).

Ranjith: The most secret secretive spy that we had. Under Cover, silent, stealth operative, who operated in shadowy invisibility.

So the next semester, all we did was occupy the last 2 benches, and think about the plot. Aswin was incharge of writing, I was incharge of ideas, and making the story sound cooler, and do justice to every one's role in SB (ehehehehe!!!). A month passed. We had battled a fleet of mutants on earth, and were currently near asteroid JX-7. The plan was to attach rockets to it, and push it towards the sun, to buy us more time, and maybe attach a nuclear payload to it, to, err, well... Blast the sun (Hey! we had to live the name). Thanks to the meddling of Muneem and Aswin, a 6th person had to join the little team tht I was so protective of. Brian Lara. I said: Brian LARA....? WTF? What? How? But the words had been penned down, and I was the one who said, that which is once written, may not be altered. Any way: So we were on our way to the sun; to blast it.

Word began spreading about our epic adventure. The SB became celibrity in class. People thought we were cool, in actually writing a story about ourselves, and having cool names such as Leutinant Ajwad, and Flight Commander Abishek.

Ranjith was approached by Deepak for their Entry into SB, which was categorically rejected by me. But Wasi... Wasi was angry as hell. Ranjith had broken into and shattered some of the sanctity, and reverence that had once been associated with SB, by even considering a 6th member: As if Brian Lara was'nt enough, I said. A fight ensued between Ranjith and Wasi... and Ranjith was out. It was a shock for all of us. SB could not continue without him. He was part of the original 5. I was broken. My dream, shattered. I felt a weight in the pit of my stomach. That thursday, I bid SB farewell, and so was born, eventually : tHe 4 cLaWs.

The 4 claws did'nt really work out. Spinoffs generally dont. But I had a greater tryst with writing about a year later: Me and Aswin became the 3 I investigators :). Thats a story I shall tell later.

Till we meet again: Laterz and Aadaab

Aj

TR!p_LiC_ATE

Hi guys girls, and the person who just landed down on my page by mistake: Pay heed to my words, Judgement day is coming!!! No, actually, but my monthly Sales Meet sure is. A lot of swearing, a chilled LMN(gotta love that advert), and maybe, If I'm lucky, Some big boned person, to hide and sleep behind.

Its damn hot... (Me also, but currently I'm currently referring to the weather, which by the way, is just plain atrocious). I could not sleep a wink last night despite having the exhaust, which passes as a fan sometimes (winter mostly), even though... I was 'sleeping light' (whats the extreme here? weightless? 'coz I don't want to use the word naked... doh!:s)

I hope it starts to rain soon. Also, I hope that I become a Gazillionaire, and couple of sweet maidens wake me up, bathe me and feed me grapes, while a couple of others fan me: All the time. But things like that rarely happen. So much for the rain.

Somebody once said "A talented tongue will take you places ", and later edited it and said "Flattery will get you everywhere", just so that kinky bastards like you dont read and snigger like you are. Anyway: Its true. I know. God knows how much work I get done by complementing their earrings, or calling their voice sweet. And they fall for it every single time. They know theyre being taken for a ride, and they just go along with it. One minute she'll be telling me how I must not sweet talk her into typing letters for me, and it wont work from now on, and 20 minutes later, she brings me print outs, in triplicate! I really dont mind flattering women to get my deed done. So what... A little white lie never hurt anyone did it? Ok yes: Telling an 87 Kilo woman, that she looked slender is not so much a little white lie... but who cares. Printouts: IN TRIPLICATE!!!

Till we meet again...

aadaab,

Aj

On the go: My Yamaha fz-one-six

Here I am again. Its been 13 days since I bought the bike. Already 1000 kilometers. Its been a different half a month on the roads. Having a new bike means the confidence to do things that you thought were impossible on other machines. Its not called the Lord of the streets for nothing, that's for sure. Amazing responsiveness. Anyway: So now I need a person for my pillion seat. Actually... I so don't have time for that.

She's in Pune... trust me, I call her up and fight with her everyday. I just hate the fact that she is not within reach. I used to be able to see her face everyday, if I wanted to (But even if I did not, the choice kept me content). Now the deal is, she will be back only in May. And what am I gonna do till then...? Ride alone on my mean machine, getting jealous looks from everyone else...? Hell yeah!!! But tell her to come back quick all the same. It ain't the same without her.

The Lord of the Streets ;)

I brought this baby home this Tuesday. It certainly does wonders for my ego thats the size of Planet Jupiter. People turn and look, and look again. If I leave it unattended for about 5 minutes, its surrounded with people, who later ask me questions about its performance and mileage. Traffic signals, parking lots, roads, its the same thing... WOW... thats all I get... bottom line... wait... no bottom line... just get the FZ, you will so not have words.

A washerwoman was walking by...

And I was trying to sniffle away the pain in the ass that is my blocked nose. Forget about the washerwoman... I do not hump anything that moves. Its just an on screen persona. We are all performers, and the world is our stage, and we are but speaking from cue cards, that are filled with who what why and more questions. The song playing in the background would suit movies shot with colorblind cameras... Has anyone even heard "Beete hue lamhon ki kasak saath to hogi"??? I have. Ha!

A funeral procession just went past. With almost your regular hustle that goes into anything. It was pretty much routine. People die everyday, and they are laid to rest everyday. The amount of people that meld into the earth inconsequentially is staggering... probably posting the more ambitious amongst us against tough odds. Well... ultimately... Who will remember you after you're dead? No one... absolutely no one... and I'm not being a cynic... its such a fact of life: Cry one day, sleep on it, wake up and take a dump and brush your teeth, and have breakfast and life goes on and maybe, just maybe theres an occasional "He was a good man"... but thats just because you have to be polite. Time is the creaky, heavy, slow bull dozer, that just keeps... well... bull dozing.

And... by the way... everyone of my fellow countrymen who haven't registered for the elections already... fucking do it already. http://www.jaagore.com. Its your country dude.

Why?

does preying on the grief of a family sound like prime time news to some people?

Perfectly appropriate to watch while havin dinner?

Right...

Ajwad

Why?

Im in that mood...

Its still 10.30, early morning by any standards. So there I was, tweaking my virtual Portfolio ( I made 33% in the last 5 days thankyouverymuch), and doing some such nonsense, which now includes rushing over the headlines on the Google news page. Today I thought I'd bloghop a little. And maybe I'm going too far, but I think I understand the motivation behind most blogs:

1. The need to talk in circles. To ramble on and on about not quite something, without reaching not quite somewhere.
2. The need to stretch out emotions so much, and so far, and so much beyond recognition, that they're difficult to comprehend, even for the most sticky psychoanalysts.
3. The need to fill space with something that looks nice, reads better, but means nothing.
4. The need to make lists. It is a phenomenon, that cannot be over emphasized. (Top 100 Richest, lowest paid people in South Mumbai).
5. The need to fulfill that want for attention, thats really getting a little difficult what with the growing insignificance my fellow earthlings increasingly inherit from their forefathers.(What was I saying about filling space again?). Or lets just call it leaving footprints in the sands of e-time.
6. The need to rant... (self explained).
7. Freedom of expression! ( Protected by the Constitution, destroyed by the individual).
8. Hey... did I mention blogging is so frigging cool... you should totally check mine out :).
9. The need to be part of some mechanism, that feeds off our creativity and fills the coffers of a mostly capitalist framework, thats increasingly getting access to our most intimate and sensetive information. (Did I mention the need to rant...?).
10. Poetry.

The blogging world, quite frankly is a toilet for the written word... and what can I say... Crap away!

Life always gives you another last chance....

But theres always room for fucking up... because life moves in circles, and that chance will come your way again... I hope theres a next time... I know its bound to happen... I'm off to Dubai on Friday .... ;)
cheers

Ajwad

BrEaKinG NOos3

Guess who's stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea?? (Do you even need to think, considering my track record?)

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Market: A market is where things are traded.

Anything that has value and can change ownership can be traded in a market.Trading is of many types and forms, and may involve the exchange of goods(Commodities), exchange of IOU's on goods(Futures), exchange of credit(Bonds), exchange of currencies... the works. But even if they gather in trading pits every day, and shout their lungs out through puts and calls... they like order. As a result, markets got classified on the basis of the physical nature of the items they traded in.


Stock markets:

Stock markets are those that make newspaper headlines everywhere. The Stock market of a country is widely considered as a barometer to how well an economy is doing. The BSE , and the NSE are two biggest stock exchanges in India.

The Sensex and Nifty are benchmark indices, and tracking these provides insight into short term and long term trends respectively. Stock markets basically allow companies to 'go public', i.e. they release a certain percentage of ownership of the firm to the public to invest, by means of an Initial Public Offering(IPO). The value of each share for an IPO is decided by a regulatory board associated with the exchange (For India its the SEBI (Securities and Exchange board of India)). As the public keeps investing in the scrip, the value of each share increases, and this consequently raises the value of the corporation as such. As usual, mega buys push the scrip up, and selling/short selling lead to corrections in the scrip.

Stock market and benchmark indices are very sensitive to global cues. For example... A rate cut by the US Federal reserve sees the Sensex soaring in the short term, because a lower interest rate means its cheaper to invest dollars anywhere... On the other hand... concerns over US recession have been hitting the Indian Stock market a tad harshly in the recent past.

Commodities/Futures Markets:

Commodities markets are generally used by people who are involved in the production of certain products that are traded in regulated commodity exchanges. These people hedge against an unwanted price fluctuation by agreeing to buy or sell a particular commodity at a certain price.

For example: A farmer producing Wheat intends to sell his produce at $4/kg, in the next 3 months. The spot price of wheat is hovering around the same mark, so its not really a problem yet. If the price falls however, he would run into a loss. In order to not run into a loss, this man hedges. He enters a contract wherein he has the right to sell his produce at say, 3.5$/kg. This way, even if the price of wheat bottoms out, he doesnt get cleaned out. That is, the farmer, though making a loss in the spot market, makes a significant profit in the futures market, thus ensuring minimum loss to him and his establishment. Vice versa, if the price of wheat rose above this mark, he would make a loss on the futures market, but make a killing in the spot market, which in a manner of speaking, limits his profit. Deciding where and when to hedge therefore can be a little tricky and requires experience.


The Derivatives Market:

Derivatives are financial instruments whose value is derived from the value of something else. The main types of derivatives are futures, forwards, options, and swaps. The main use of derivatives is to reduce risk for one party. Over-the-counter (OTC) derivatives are contracts that are negotiated and traded privately between two parties without the involvement of an intermediary or an exchange. Products such as swaps, forward rate agreements, and exotic options are almost always traded in this way. Exchange-traded derivatives (ETD) are those derivatives products that are traded via specialized derivatives exchanges or other exchanges. A derivatives exchange acts as an intermediary to all related transactions, and takes Initial margin from both sides of the trade to act as a guarantee. The derivatives markets are the financial markets for derivatives. The market is divided into two parts ie. for exchange traded derivatives and the other for OTC derivatives.

The Forex Market

The currencies market is perhaps the most important of the lot. Volume wise, its one of the worlds largest markets in the world. Question: If currencies are supposed to be traded, they must have some value... Question: How is this value decided? Its not really earth shattering when you finally realise that currencies are valued using, well, other currencies. One can trade in various currency pairs, for example the EURO/USD ( Which technically reads the amount of EURO's required to buy one US Dollar).


Though, the value of the currency pair can fluctuate owing to a number of reasons, the performance of one currency with another is largely attributed to the Import/Export balance that exists between these 2 economies, and comparitive growth rates. A country that has a deficit, basically fails to export the same value of goods or services, as it has imported. In order to procure these goods and services from some other country, this country (actually various corporations in the country, but big picture wise...) has to, in effect, buy the other currency, is lieu of its own. As this process continues, it becomes more expensive to procure goods or services, to invest in that country and so on. Result: Currency of Country A moves down in comparison to Country B.

A country that is posting strong growth rates will witness its currency become stronger with respect to others. The value of currency pairs is widely seen as a comparison of the strength of the 2 economies. Thus it is natural that currency values will also be sensitive to various global cues.


So now you know what different markets are. Lets trade:

The first thing one figures out while entering a market is its mechanism, that is what are the factors that cause a scrip/lot/contract to rise or fall, and how trends can be predicted. Once the tough part is out of the way, there are ways to capitalize on them:


Going Long:

When someone goes long, he expects the value of his Stock/future contract/commodity contract/Lot to increase. The intention is to sell at a margin at a later time, when the price is higher.

Shorting:

Who said you need to sell something only when you already have it? Short selling is when someone sells a stock/future before buying it at a later time. Whats in it for him? Well, between the time that he sells the lot and buys it later, the price of that lot drops, so buying it later isnt that expensive, which means: he pockets the difference. Many markets, thus, require traders to square off positions at the end of the days trade. Short selling is a high risk/high return strategy, and can result in small corrections in a scrip from time to time, and big corrections to your pocket, if not employed wisely. This trading technique came under the spot a few years ago, when studies claimed that it resulted caused certain scrips to nosedive, and that short selling was particularly harmful to small and medium scale scrips.

Stop loss:

A stop loss option is generally used when you do not want to be a part of the volatility in the market. Go long, and use a stop loss option, where you fix a minimum margin below which you will square the position. If the scrip crashes, exercise the option... and if you witness the rally, well that the beauty of it: its just an Option.


Support the Resistance:

A support level is the least stable value of a scrip in a time frame. A resistance level is the highest stable value of the scrip in that time frame, above which the scrip has failed to stabilize. Untill the time where the scrip falls below the support level OR rallies above the resistance level and stabilizes, it is considered to be range bound. It is important to understand the dynamics of support and resistance levels, because after that, its pretty much "Buy on a dip and sell on a rally".

So... now that we have seen conventional markets, lets take a look at some unusual but very profitable markets:


The Vegetable market:

The vegetable market draws sharp contrasts with any other financial market, because general trading strategies don't quite apply. In fact... the vegetable market has, over time, given rise to a trading strategy that is unique to the market itself: Haggling. The absence of a fixed price of any commodity at any given time completely changes the picture in terms of traditional trading methods. Though both men and women are capable of trading profitably in these markets, statistically, women have proved to be better and more profitable. The vegetable market made world headlines last year when Onions suddenly went on an unprecedented rally, due to a demand and supply mismatch. A certain Mr. Government was named responsible.

The Emerging market:

These markets refer to countries that align with other countries posting high growth rates, and call themselves the cornerstones of the next growth and wealth distribution cycle. These markets always claim that they are tired of subjugation by major world powers, and that a new era of emerging market power will usher in the next big leaders on the international economical platform. To demonstrate their newfound toughness, they call themselves the BRIC(k)s.

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Went to Saarang07... the chicks were hot, we won the Dramatics competition... well technically, since IITM won first place, like they always do, wether they participate or not... so getting second place wasnt that bad...

So well... that.

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Went to Saarang07... the chicks were hot, we won the Dramatics competition... well technically, since IITM won first place, like they always do, wether they participate or not...

So well... that.

How Much Dhoom is enough?

You know the 20 second teaser trailer of DHOOM-2(Yes the movie). Imagine, listening(Yes, at least we were exempt to watching it...) from 07.46 in the morning... till just about now... its noon now. And everyone in the hostel is screaming... Who the hell?? and What???