Investopedia cracks me up sometimes.

Okay, now that I’m going to be dealing with the stock markets, I decided to ‘learn’. So, I signed up for ‘A term a day’ thing courtesy www.investopedia.com. Well, the terms are really funny at times. But the following term takes the first prize.

Naked Position – A securities position that is not hedged from market risk. Both the potential gain and the potential risk are greaterwhen a position is naked instead of covered (a covered positionis hedged from market risk).

There is definitely some humour in the stock markets. Sigh.

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In other news, I want to move out. Some place better and more importantly, some place cheaper. Help?

Amen.

Quote me sometime.

Disappointments add flavour to life.

Amen.

Who’re you?

People who say “You seem to have forgotten me” need to remember that that’s exactly why they’re not remembered. There’s something about the “You seem to have forgotten me” shit that pisses me off.

The phone rings.

Me: Hello.

Forgotten Friend: Hi. How are you?

Me: Uh, fine thanks.

Forgotten Friend: Where are you?

Me: Uh, at work. Who is this?

Forgotten Friend: What! You don’t remember me?

Me: Uh…. Hehe.

Forgotten Friend: You seem to have forgotten me only?

Me: UHHHHHHH!!! It’s not that I forget people, I just don’t remember them.

That’s when the line got cut.

And I still don’t know who called.

And I don’t want to know.

Good riddance, FRIEND!!!

Amen.

Nothing is worth the waiting.

Amen.

Road-signs get funnier by the day.

On my way to work.

BDA complex.

Left turn.

Road-Sign.

I stop.

I Laugh.

I Read it again.

BUS AND LARRY
NO ENTRY

I start the bike.

I thank the stars I’m not Larry.

Amen.

Stuck-Song Syndrome.

For exactly a week, he hummed that tune every now and then. It was a rainy afternoon when he heard that number for the first time. He fell in love with it immediately. He could relate to the song immediately. The tune fit his mood perfectly. The lyrics said everything he was feeling. The tone of the vocals, well, he wished he could sing like him!

But yes, he tried. His humming was accompanied with some words, he got most of the lyrics wrong, but there was nobody to correct him. Not that he cared. Suddenly he’d break into a fit-like position, holding one hand stiff but moving only his fingers in a crooked way and swinging the other hand in an up-down motion. All this while he imitated the sound of a guitar.

He’d close his eyes and shake his head while his lips moved, but no words ever came out. He’d tap his feet and invariably step on someone’s foot. And in between broken apologies and sorry looks, he’d hum that same number.

All this happened the following week as well. The only difference – it was a different song.

Amen.

Relief.

I got my passport. This effectively means I’ll be flying soon. Where to? Heh. I wish I knew.

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On Saturday, The God Person, or Succubus as she is affectionately (or not, heh) known in the “blog-circles” made an entry to Bangalore. This kind of turned into a bloggers’ meet with Arcane Crapper, Prateek and Finch making their entries at different points of time.

Nine out ten times bloggers’ meets have turned into conferences on which blogger sucks and which one doesn’t and some comments about the comments they posted and received and shit like that….

Weird, but this one turned out to be the one bloggers meets which did not go that way. Not that I could have made out. With the music at ‘Guzzlers’ being as loud as it was, I couldn’t even hear my farts. And there were a -lot- of them.

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His fear subsided. He closed his eyes. He liked it. In fact, he enjoyed it. The ‘real world’ was something else for him now. He thought he was in heaven.

He was in heaven.

Amen.