What do I do to ignore them behind me? Do I follow my instincts blindly? Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams? And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I sit here and try to stand it? Or do I try to catch them red-handed? Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? Because I can't hold on when I'm streached so thin I make the right moves but I'm lost within I put on my daily facade but then I just end up getting hurt again By myself [myself] ....
Did you hear the story about the old bull and the young bull standing on the hill?
The young bull says "Hey let's RUN down there and have sex with one of them cows!".Old bull looks at him and says "Let's WALK down there and have sex with ALL of them."
Whethere you make money or not, you will get addicted to it.
I can't seem to be able to take my eyes off a trading terminal. I'm still a student and I have got greater responsibilities. But the feeling of making (losing) money seems to be overwhelming and all other desires seem to subordinate this desire. The desire to grow rich, the desire to be happy.
And don't forget, the vacillation of your emotion in synchro with the movement of the indices.
Up and down, round and round, topsy turvy, into a curvy.
Oops! the index just closed 100 points down. Gotta see how much money I made. :)
Yes, it is. Yesterday was the Consumer Behaviour class. Attendance was low. So the prof. asked those present to give a presentation and said it carried 10 marks.
A stream of SMSes later, the class was full. Now everybody made the slides and the presentation started. The order was random. It was actually dependent on the capability of the teams to occupy the front row seats as soon as it was vacated by the team giving the presentation.
Five presentations later, it was my teams turn to give the presentation. At this point, a few teams which were incapable of getting to the front rows started crying foul. They requested the prof. to call the teams in the order in which it was entered in his list. Ours was the last in his list and we had to wait for 2 hours before we could make our mark.
The point I'm making is that, sometimes when the affected raise their voice, the unaffected become the affected. Funny, but true.
He faded away into the darkness, the crowd standing still. No ending with a bang.
I was there at the Mark Knopfler concert in Mumbai. For me, it has been one of the most soothing experiences in a rock show. The crowd enjoyed every moment of it. The Dire Straits guitarist was like a storyteller and he sure knew how to pull the right strings. Of the crowd, I mean. The entire concert was like a sinusoidal wave with lots of ups and downs. A good, fast paced number here, a slow, fullstopping kind of rendition there.
He played all his famous songs, except "Tunnel of Love". And he even did a bit of drama. 2 hours into the show, he says "Good night, I love you" and walks off the stage. The crowd is dumbstruck. For 5 mins, people were in a trance, wondering what happened. But then he came out after a costume change and the crowd went berserk. Did that again after 30 minutes. And then one last time after another 30 minutes. But this time he never came back.
That was Mark Knopfler. Master entertainer, story teller and musician. There were moments when he would get the crowd jumping and clapping and there were moments when the crowd would stand silent, waiting for him to pluck that last string. You should have been there to have experienced that.
