Monday, August 28, 2006
Sing out loud
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Little works
That Little devil is out to kill ya!
But Ere you can run free,
Stay in the queue, says he
And tell me its average I & T, will ya?
Friday, August 25, 2006
Four-No
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Jaya He!
To kill the wrong bird
Great movies... and well, I really have no business trying to find commonality or contrast between two very different genres. But somehow the intellectual tax levied by Memento was diametrically opposite the warm simplicity of To Kill a Mockingbird. However, while I would remember cute Jean Louis 'Scout' more fondly, I may love more to talk about Memento to friends...
'You see there are these two lines of the same story, one in color running backwards and a b&w narration running forwards'. That's enough to draw attention even without mentioning Lenny or Korsakov's syndrome (Short term memory lapse).
'Well, there is this languid little town where lives this real Gentleman of a lawyer with his two little kids' will probably draw a yawn.
Which one did I like better? Memento. Which one will stay with me? To Kill a Mockingbird.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
CFIN midterm
Thursday, August 10, 2006
EMRI 108 - Dial One Zero Eight
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
NFS - 3
And only if I wasn't so bent on the technical side of his lectures, I'd have noted and posted each of his jokes. Very smart, quite funny, yet I can see a dadaji'ish nicety - Chacha Chowdhry, kya?
Time to etch something forever (Interest Rate Parity Theorem)... Have struggled to get an intuitive feel for currency exchange rates...
Assuming free money markets, Interest rate difference between countries A and B compensates for the Spot/Forward Exchange rate. If India has a greater interest rate, (8%) than US (6%), USD should be expected to appreciate 2% against INR to compensate for this difference, which then drives the Forward Exchange Rate. Simple enough, I know... but remember!
Sailing on to the role of Debt in a Firm's Market Value (Nil - Modigliani & Miller Theorem), said Prof. Chowdhry, introducing the topic: "We've been doing easy stuff; it's going to get subtler now. If you've been thinking 'Is this what I paid 15 lacs for?', here is your money's worth!"
Pared
So I remember the list when I want to:
Monday, August 07, 2006
Kandisa and Kavi
Friday, August 04, 2006
Tiny Dots
A Talk by the ISB Store
The brand of the typewriter, in those days, signified the seniority in the journalist world. There were no vernacular portable typewriters to begin with, which was a big incentive for opting instead for English journalism.
Suppose tomorrow, the newspapers stop glamorizing the headlines and depicting our Finance Minister as a superhero with guns, people would still buy and read. The pink papers are not bought because of the glamour; they are bought in spite of it.
Yeah, I know I had said 'pasting is not blogging', but this one is somewhere in between, isn't it?
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Bananas Split
I: Who are you?
Me: I?
I: No that's me.
Me: But I am me.
I: And, I am I.
Me: Good, glad we could sort that out before April next.
I: Capital. Dude, I've been seeing you tad too often. You belong here?
Me: Its debatable who owns this place, friend. Who came here first?
I: Dunno man, I have trouble remembering things, you see.
Me: And I remember everything; everything, except this one piece of the jigsaw. You don't want me to leave, do you?
I: Oh no, no. There's enough room for a hundred in here. Big, warm, cozy... it's a happy brain, ain't it?
Me: Aah. That I doubt prima facie. It works for me... but could do with a Porche 'esque engine and style.
I: You got to balance the drive and dough man. See the ground it covers on minimum feed at .
Me: You mean the miles per gallon.
I: ... or gallons per mile, or whatever makes that graph line straight without using that log thingy.
Me: Regression. I see you've learnt well. Now, did you manage to get a life eventually?
I: Oh apples... I mean ample. Sure, don't you think it's fun? Look at the people, place, parties... profs too. It's cool. I just can't get enough of it! Can't wait for the party tonight. Rocking!
Me: You on steroids or speed?
I: Hey, watch it. No drugs in here.
Me: Was a joke. You seem to have lost your brain, which is ironical, because you live in one. Anyhow I wrote a little something for you.
Yawn yawn lack sleep. Do I look cool?
Yes sir, yes, red eyes sag, you drool
on for a nap here, on for that dame,
on for a little joy 'ere its late again.
I: Hey that's nice. I dunno if you're taking my trip in those lines, but I like it. Agree, that sums up my life, but what about you, man?
Me: Figured out my direction finally, the path where money lies, though only to be played with. But then, the leader turned out to seem a fuehrer to few. Mutiny is checked, but bile remains.
I: What was that? I got hints but...
Me: Like deciphering the photocopies of color-coded histograms in course packs?
I: Exactly. Even with several good guesses, I still ain't sure.
Me: The best nations have the greatest turmoil. It's sort of... you know, unfortunate but inevitable.
I: I know... Aaaarhhh, at some point of time, you got to start thinking big.
Me: Precisely. Are you with me on this?
I: Yep, but guess we should just let the wonderful things happen.
Me: Well, I would rate my current state of affairs as 'Low, Medium, High'
I: Haha. But, I wouldn't trade this life for anything.
Me: Yes, and I've learnt the tricks of free trade. Coming for a walk around the cortex?
I: Sure. Give me a minute to make this guy comb his hair. No one likes his ruffled look here.
Me: And after the walk let's conspire to make him go gym a bit. We need his fitness. Bye.
Tagged!
I am thinking
I could have done better than that. I should have had better than this.
I said
I believe... I am not obsessed
I want
To see the world, before making one for myself.
I wish
I was 25 years old. Umm... make that 24.
I miss
My nostalgia
I hear
Bhagwan speak into my ears that Forward Rate Premium equals Interest Rate Differential.
I wonder
If I will need to fallback on my fallback, and if it IS after all a fallback.
I regret
Forgetting... everything.
I am
Analytical.
I dance
like Mithun... say some. They call me Disco.
I sing!
I cry
when I have to absolutely.
I am not
sorted out about my priorities yet.
I write
so that I can reach out to myself
I confuse
Phoenix with Sphinx... which one rose from the ashes?
I need
to sleep less.
I should
stop dreaming about what's already real.
I finish
by tagging Shivangi and P ... (who won't tell me the blog address). And being almost last in the game, everyone else is already 'taken'.