Finally...Long term capital gains, capitalised!

"...At the stroke of the midnight hour, while the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom..."
This is one of the phrases that makes me remember my class 3- that's a 15 yr old memory. Class 3 was fun. The only other memory from class 3? I wrote " I want to be a char-ten-count-ten when I grow up" when I was to write "5 lines on myself". In those days I never knew the correct spellings of Chartered Accountant, let alone knowing what a CA does.

And now, 15 years later, on 13th August,2009, almost at noon, while the world is imprisoned in office and other redundant work, I AWOKE TO LIFE AND FREEDOM.! I finally realised that much seen, much fantasized and much prayed for dream of being a CA, and that's really a lot if u ask me.

And now I realise how the world used to treat me, and me treated the world. And I can't stop comparing the pre- and post-13th aug era!The world is suddenly a wonderful and awesome place (it's raining in Delhi since 3 days, so maybe that's how everything is so awesome now). Everyone and everything is so charmy and nice. And I can't stop grinning from ear to ear (but in a sophisticated, professional way, not like a clown).

And I suddenly realised some of the "things to do post CA" were really stupid- either they are useless now, or I've outgrown them - both - things and people. It's like I've suddenly grown up. The last time I felt this grown up feeling was on 28th May'04, at exactly 5.45AM, when my class 12th results were about to be announced. But things are different now.

And now I realise living a CA life is not that simple. With great power comes great responsibility. This is my gift, and this can be my curse too! I've to uphold so many things - integrity, confidentiality etc etc. (basically all the adjectives in AAS-1). And I am supposed to behave in a much more sophisticated and professional way (though I don't think wearing shorts in public would tantamount to professional misconduct). And I guess am not supposed to do bird watching (atleast let me say that ;))And I realise that now I am supposed to do all that job hunting, the interviews, and the job itself- and that's giving me jitters.

Will write more later, till then, keep appreciating my blog, and keep giving your true and fair disclosures (like I disclosed material facts in this post). And keep depreciating, thou dear earthlings ;)

I want to be a dog!

Yeah, you read it right! I wanna be a dog. Why? The reasons are many. A dog doesn't have to slog and study. It doesn't have to go to office, or worry abt recession, or worry abt savings and investments and taxes, or for that matter, abt properties and estates. And then a dog doesn't have to worry abt clothes or being groomed.

Then again, given a choice, I wanna be a stray dog instead of being a pet dog. Why? Simply put, a stray dog's quality of life is better than that of a pet dog. How? A stray dog is not supposed to "fetch" stuff at the whims and fancies of its owner. It doesn't have to take a bath and stuff (am not against taking baths, but a dog should not have to take a bath). Moreover, a stray dog does not have to wag its tail when the owner comes back, to earn its meals. And yeah, the most imporant thing- a stray dog is not kept on leash in the mating season! ;)

Did anyone say "It's a dog's life!" ???

Dreams...

Its abt time that I mention something sweet related to Miss Article. The setting was my school reunion, and I parked my car (it was a long luxury model) and came out, wearing a translucent bright white shirt with trousers. Short hair, slim and smart looking me (very Bond-like, if I may be allowed to say). On the gate I saw salsa like dance, and saw her with her impeccable styling sense (stylish, smart, sensible and sober) coming up to me, with a hand calling me to dance. And we did jive. I, and she too, were flat, madly in love types. But she tripped somehow, and I caught her in my arms. Her Miss-Straight-hair-and-super-slim came to her rescue but she was already lost in my eyes. Before I knew, a huge crowd had gathered and she just said "I love you" and kissed my cheek.. And I, without thinking twice, without even thinking about she-who-shall-not-be-named, just said "Me too". I was rock solid, she with her staring eyes and awesome smile in my arms, and a huge crowd of school alumni around us....And then... and then I woke up! This is one of the most beautiful dreams I had, as far as I remember ;-)



Now to be very honest I did like Miss Article- her looks were sweet and yet intense, a perfect my types- hair, no makeup, dressing style, footwear- just fundu! On one or two occassions I did feel she wanted me to talk to her, be a man and take the first initiative, but she didn't know I was I. So I liked Miss Article. And the funny thing was that continuous staring and my interpretation, or lack thereof. Once I thought she told me, through this EYE TALK method, to take the initiative and talk. At other times i thought she was contemplating if she should take the initiative, considering me to be this stupidly shy. At times i felt she was irritated, with this guy who is so responsive, who always replied to her stares - with one from his side :-).I did not understand yet, and might never ever be able to do so in the future, why was it that she did stare, i mean why? Interested? Irritated? What?If irritated, why not bloody sit somewhere else. If not, why waiting for somebody else to take the first move? You ought to be sure of a guy's credentials when he does not come down to Hit on you, after all that staring. And if he doesn't, you should.

Again, once while in class i thought that her stare said "talk today, i won't come again." My worst fears came true when i didn't see more of her, or her stares, again.I wished she'd study well, if she had exams soon, in May'08.Inside me, i felt bad. I really liked someone after sooooo much time.. I really felt i'd talk to her, if i'd ever meet her again. I promised myself, citing the fact that life is so short..You never know what might happen.. One might not live another moment, so why not live life to the fullest, so that one dies peacefully?And before the last class, i had intuition that she'd come.I was ready-if she'd come, i'd talk. She did. We did stare. Her stares were kinda final, the ones that said "six months on, you're still staring.Talk today,pls. We might never meet again."And I just hate this shy part of me. I'd definitely talk to her, if we meet again. Just once...

My first blog

hey this is my first blog...Isnt it a reason enuf for a party? Well i cant go n hav one now, coz i hv just 2-3 days left for my PE2 exams....and i m really tensed.I wonder wht i m doing here when infact i shud b engrossed in my buks at the moment :(
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