(Originally posted on November 11th 2012)
November and December are probably my favourite months of the year. It is fitting that this season for me starts with rememberance day. We have to remember all those who fought and passed on. Those that survived and those that still continue to fight. War is unfortunately a necessity of life. Peace cannot exist without war. The economies of countries would collapse. My wife comes from a family of military servicemen. I do not. However I hope that our kids would one day say that “My father survived the crash of 2008.” By no means am I equating the massive loss of life in the wars to what happened in the wars. The horrors of 2008 has not left me yet. I go to bed each night hoping tomorrow will be better than today. At the end of the year I will be hoping that the next year will be better than this year. I am looking forward for this year to die for then will new life be given a chance to begin.
(Originally posted on June 20th 2012)
One of my good friend said that his smartphone is his dhaal Roti. A necessary tool to get work done. Someone who knows me well called my blackberry dhaal roti but my other smartphone my dhaaru pani. There are very few things that can beat the pleasure of a single malt. However it will be easier for me to give up alcohol than my phones.
Vodafone is planning to buy cable and wireless so that they can possibly sell it on to companies like Verizon. However Vodafone may be better off by building a stake in Apple or Samsung. They will get more subscribers and thereby profits the world over if they are able to get a period of exclusivity. The changes in the telecom industry probably advances faster than Usain Bolt can run the 100m.
Speaking of the Olympics; I just hope that London does not follow the path that Athens took. I witnessed the 2004 Olympics. I hope I will be able to see at least one event in the 2012 Olympics in London. Hopefully in eight years time I will not be in either Istanbul, Tokyo or Madrid debating the debacle of the political and economic situation in the United Kingdom. I will not be surprised if by the time we get to 7th September 2013 in Buenos Aires then Istanbul will be the last country standing. Japan and Spain may decide that it would be economically more prudent to bow out of the race than to be in it. That though is a debate for another day and another time.
(Originally posted on June 15th 2012)
The last few months have been reasonably bad. Yet I somehow feel like the European financial markets. It has not got as bad as it did then but the short term volatility hurts like hell. However what may be perceived as a weakness may actually be a great opportunity for a clean up. More importantly I strongly believe that things are not as bad as they appear to be. Sure Greece is facing political and economical uncertainty. The problems we are starting to see in Spain may just be the tip of the iceberg. How low can it go in the U.K.? Either way just like the European economy ; I may be burnt and limping now. I may not know when I may fall next but this much I know that sooner rather than later I will be running rather than walking,
Chelsea won the premiership. There is no news on the takeover bid of Manchester United by the Red Knights. Tottenham got the 4th place and qualified for the Champions league. So which team will I support. I guess I will end up supporting Chelsea. Mourinho won my heart for Chelsea when I first arrived in London. I may change my allegiance if Mourinho comes back to manage the Premier League. If the Red Knights successfully make their bid for Manchester United and Jose Mourinho comes in as the manager then I will in all probability shift allegiance.
I have been rather quite about the elections. I am disappointed in the results. I did not expect the Liberal Democrats to win the majority and mandate of the people but I felt that Nick Clegg deserved more seats. It felt good to be part of the democratic process.
Through all of this I can confidently say that I am a Londoner. Right now that is where I belong.
I have just finished a book called “The Immortals of Melhua.” by Amish. After a long time has a book been able to arouse physical emotions. If the books to follow are as good as this then it would be an epic. A tale set in 1900 B.C. has helped me understand my culture. I know my mentality and outlook is not that of a typical Indian. In fact I will be highly disappointed with myself if it was the case. In two weeks time I will be casting my vote to decide who the next Prime Minister of The United Kingdom will be. The irony is that I am not a citizen of the U.K. and I have not got the chance to vote in India. I have waited nearly 14 years for this opportunity to exercise my democratic right. It will take a cataclysmic event for me to miss the elections.
My roots reach a spectrum of places but deep down I know that they are strong. The winds may blow and howl but it will not trouble me. For I know the strength that exists within me and the source of it.
My birth and destiny number is 8. It is a highly spiritual number. I do not know whether it is this factor or a God given gift bit my dreams have a tendency to come true. The more realistic my dream is the greater the chance of it coming true. This is not a new phenomenon. This is something that has been there since I was a child. My dreams generally come true within a week to 6 months. A few months back I dreamt that my Mom was being taken/sent to a white building on a stretcher. Her eyes were closed and she was covered in a white sheet. It appeared to me as if my Mother was dead or near death. When I mentioned this to my Mom over the phone she said “It would be good for everyone.” I got extremelly upset and did not speak to her for nearly a week.
On March 17th my Mom was rushed to the hospital. On March 19th my Mom was transfered to Narayana Hruydalaya in a near dead state. Somehow they managed to save her. I truly believe that it was God’s mighty hand that healed her.
I finally had a dream that I liked. I just hope that this comes true. Do I qualify as a prophet? Can my dreams be classified as visions? I do not know.
On a seperate note the song Raat Kali has been stuck in my head all day.
Sometimes I wonder if my itouch has a mind of its own. I nearly always leave it on shuffle.
This morning the song “Mistakes” by Don Williams has been playing in my head. I thought about the song “Hurt” which was originally done by Nine Inch Nails and later made famous by Johnny Cash. Now I am listening to “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” by Green Day. Some of the dreams I had have gone up in smoke. Now I guess I have just two dreams. I do not know if I will be able to achieve them. Maybe they are best left alone like the search for the Holy Grail. Once again like the Holy Grail; I do not know whether my dreams are real or just misinterpreted. SanGreal is not the same as SangReal.
Sometimes the only way you know if you are still alive is if you get hurt. As long as you feel pain then you know you still feel. “Tears may dry up but the heart never will” – Marguerite de Valois
(Originally posted on February 22nd 2010)
Today the person who started the first hedge fund at Nomura Capital died aged 46. Recently the newspapers were filled with an equity trader at Deustche bank who committed suicide. He was aged 24. I don’t know which Billy Joel song suits this better. “Under Pressure” or “Only the good die young.” Either way the banks will be singing “We didn’t start the fire.”
Will the pressure of working in the Hedge Funds and Equity affect me? I know it nearly killed me. During the financial crisis I must have hardly slept for 3 hours a day and possibly 18- 20 hours on the weekend. My whole life revolved around Bloomberg. I would be awake for the opening of the European markets at home. I would be at work for the opening of the US markets. I would see the close of the American markets at home. I would be awake for the Asian markets. I was going through my Divorce at the same time. I am really surprised that my heart did not give in. I put on tonnes of weight though. I went for a weight loss programme in India and it helped me. I went from a 46 inch waist to a 36 now. After that there were checks and balances I put into place. Writing this blog was one of them. The other is I do not deal with work from Friday evening when I leave work unless it is an absolute emergency. I do not watch any news from Friday evening to Monday morning.
When I was 7, the famous mathmatician and astrologer predicted that I would be in the finance world. Apparently my parents laughed it off. 20 years later I landed in the heart of it. Few years back I met her. She said I would be a big man and would live to be 86. I believe in numerology more than astrology. In case I do die this year then I have written a note and sealed it. If things change then I may destroy it. Otherwise it is good till the year end.
(Originally posted on February 19th 2010)
Take a chance on me seems to be running in my head since the time I left the office today. I have no idea why. Am I going to meet someone that is taken by someone else but my love for her will be so great that I will be willing to wait for her? I have done it before. Looking back I do not know if that was love or just a crush. However I know that hearing the news that she got married made me physically sick and I needed a double shot of whisky to calm me down. My divorce was also a heart wrencher for me. I have a lot of pent up love to give. However the person who wants it must be willing to take a chance on me. I do not know how I will react. I want to love someone and would like someone to love me. Someone who can accept me for who I am.
I know with each passing day my Manglorean gene is becoming more dominant. Whether this is good or not; I have no idea. Can someone be compatible with a Mangy-Mallu half breed? I think and dream only in English. I can understand Tulu and Malyalam but cannot converse in it. I am both and I am unique. Pre ordained by God for a specific purpose. I am not a Mongrel. I am a thorough bred.