Markets

It’s like this, they take a Mango tree, they auction it, each branch at a time, and the branch with highest number of mangoes sells first for highest price. In the next season, the buyers get to sell their branches on their own and the tree of scenarios is:

Everyone buys the branches with the highest mangoes last season expecting the same to repeat. Making the prices for them rising.

Some buy branches with fewer mangos last season at cheap rates expecting that it is the turn of these branches to shine now.

Some don’t buy thinking that mangoes don’t matter.

Well, it is a bit more complicated than that, like, say the tress have pests..

What actually happens is all the branches have mangoes, more or less, randomly, or not randomly but with too many factors to take a call. And people draw patterns after a couple of seasons like in races or news channels.

In the end, the persons conducting these auctions live guilty lives in costly cars knowing that they cheated many mango lovers. Some mango lovers live happy lives in costly cars knowing that they’ve been lucky. Rest of the mango lovers turn to haters and advocate that mangoes are unhealthy. There will always be newbies aspiring to be the lucky-happy ones. And everyone has taken a bite of the mango at some point in life.

And then there is the farmer.

(Inspired from a professor who tries to simplify the world of Forex derivatives with mangoes. I have lesser ambitions)

By-line

Well, I am yet to write about Sachin’s best Innings but tonight a great match is scheduled too. Tonight, at 1 am, technically tomorrow is Football, FC Barcelona.

I, too, wasn’t aware that football is also a sport until Sachin played less and less and no more. Look up Wikipedia if you doubt me, but cricket is lame without Sachin. Never mind all the people still watching it, they actually know the schedule of the World T20.

 And one can’t play Chess for weeks together. To be simple, entertain as many hobbies as you can with whatever little talent you think you have and chances are you won’t be much bored.  Not to talk about the no-talenters but they can go and vote for BJP for all I care.

Because you can take only so much torture of talking to other human beings just for the sake of talking. (And by other human beings and talking, I mean the people who are your friends but not good enough, your relatives, but blood enough. Otherwise, you can talk to your good friends and blood relatives to the tune of 10-15 words per week without running the risk of dying of an infection spread by words)  

Waiting games

This day that year, when memories come back, it’s like I could have done this differently, I would have had a better chance if I started earlier. Why did I not take that course. And why did I not prepare for the Campus placement. And if I did decide to do something, why not go all the way? To the bitter end, Like Charles Bukowski says.

Well, did I give up? No.

Then am I doing anything in the right direction? Presently, no.

So what’s the plan? Wait.

How long? Not very long.

Anything Specific? No.

So I don’t like what I do and don’t know what I am going to do about what I like? It’s not exactly like that.

Life is gray in color. A Bit dark shaded at that.