100 days – Day 100

I have written a blog post successfully everyday for the past 100 days. 100 days are over from the start of the year.

Usually when 3 months pass, I am clueless that 3 months have gone by. This time, since I am writing a post everyday, I am aware to some extent of every single day that goes by. Even if I am not, I can backtrack and calculate the number of days that have passed.

Today was a near perfect day. I left at 06:30 from home and came back by 19:30. I was reading a book on the train and as soon as I reached home, I started trading on my system

I took two trades and both hit stop losses and I lost around 400 rupees. But I am absolutely fine with it, because I followed my strategy to the dot. There was a sudden movement in price that I couldn’t track and hence the big loss. But it’s okay.

This is just one trade out of the next 100. This is what keeps me going. 🙂

Farts, Sweat and Tears – Day 99

I caught an almost fully packed train from Andheri today. I barely got a place to stand trying to get in. The people in the passage way shouting “andar dakhha maaro (push inside)”.

I don’t think gynacs travel often by train, and definitely not during peak hours.

In that jam packed train, where everyone’s bodies are touching each other, like an orgy with clothes. I wonder how people from time immemorial have traveled in locals without looking for an alternative. There are people who have spent 10, 20 even 30 years in local trains. They have experienced everything there is to experience in Mumbai locals.

Meanwhile, some ambitious dude decided to add on that experience and gave way for a fart. Nobody heard it and nobody knew who it was, but God did it smell! It smelled like rotten eggs, ammonia and sulphur all put together.

A few stations passed and then came the mother lode of farts. Pungent, strong and deadly. Luckily, by that time the train was almost empty and I went to the door dying for some fresh air.

One thing I noticed in peculiar was that others were not affected by this abhorrent fart. I think people are used to this.

I wonder what the tolerance level of farts in a jam packed local train is?

Care to find out? 😉

Food – Day 98

This was the day I dreaded the most. My mom decided to prepare delicious home made chicken today. My weakness.

The day started with a nice gentle 20km cycle ride to the beach. Courtesy of bikes from a good friend from college who designs bikes! I’m planning to buy one, but I’m not sure if I would use it that often. The bike company is called Revin bikes and they make some pretty sweet bikes.

After the ride we had a sumptuous breakfast of missal pav which was delicious.

While having lunch at home, I was really tempted to eat chicken, I gave in and ate a couple pieces. I then went on to eat some more. And then some more.

In the evening I went out to meet friends and had a nice Oreo milk shake with chocolate. For dinner I ate chicken again followed by ladoo, sheera, kachori and a samosa.

I’m going to get fat really soon.

But I realised I don’t actually have a craving for chicken and I can live without it. It’s a good thing I had chicken today. Opened new avenues for me. 🙂

IPL – Day 97

My dad was watching IPL today and I sat with him.

Disclaimer – I don’t like cricket or any sport that comes on television so this post might be biased.

One peculiar thing I noticed throughout that there are so many advertisements everywhere! There is no thing in this game that is not commercialised. People are making money off of everything.

Let’s get down to the brass tacks. Everytime I think someone else is making money, I’ll use ‘KA-CHING!’

The name itself is sponsored by VIVO, so that is visible everywhere. Ka-ching.

The cricketer and umpire uniforms from head to toe, bats, stumps are sponsored by some conglomerate. Ka-ching.

The boundary line. Ka-ching.

The LED behind the boundary line. Ka-ching.

The ground itself and the augmented ads that come on TV displayed on the ground. Ka-ching.

Atleast they haven’t monetized the ball yet. It’s still plain white. There are plans to make it pink for some cause though.

Now this is just during the game play. The advertisements in between are down right absurd.

Let’s break each of these ads down.

Amitabh Bachchan has made a lot of money in his life, but he’s still going strong. He stars in two different product ads. Ka-ching.

Amir Khan in the vivo ad. Shahrukh Khan in the Byju ad. Ranveer Singh in the Royal stag ads. Deepika Padukone in Jio ad. Hema Malini in the Kent ad. Typical Hema Malini. Ka-ching.

Ajay Devgan in some pan masala ad? Ka-ching.

Then you have ads staring cricketers who are already making a shit ton playing. Ka-ching.

Fun fact – Cricketers of old used to work a 9 to 5 job when they didn’t play cricket. Nowadays, no cricketer would even think of doing that because there is so much money flowing everywhere in this highly monetized game. Ka-ching.

IPL is a money making madness machine that takes the attention of willing viewers and fills the silver lined pockets of the affluent.

How do the rich grow richer and the poor poorer you ask? The answer is right in your living room.

The idiot box.

With Jio TV everywhere now, the idiot box has been upgraded to the idiot phone.

Marketing and advertising is a very elegant system which makes you think that you’re getting all of this information for free. You also get to watch cricket and get entertained! But what you don’t understand is that these leeches are living off of your time. The time you spend watching the idiot’s box is unrealised profit going from your pocket to someone else’s.

Like one particular cable TV company started giving away IPL channels for free. Now people, jump at the slightest cue of anything that is free. Why would anyone do anything in this world for free if they don’t have hidden intentions. What we don’t understand here is, our time is their money. Ka-ching.

Wake up my friend, wake up.

It’s not too late, not yet.

Local trains – Day 96

I was engrossed in my phone reading a medium article while I saw a guy standing next to me, reading something on a Kindle. I noticed it was the backlight version of Kindle. I tried peaking in the book that this guy was reading.

The coincidence was, I recognised the book right when I read one line. It was Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari. The book has a very vivid language which imprints on your head the dialogue of discourses that happen throughout the book. I asked him if that book is Sapiens and he confirmed.

We started talking, geeked out on a couple of random tech topics, exchanged numbers and now I know a person who reads books in a crowded train in the morning!

Local trains are such a fortune cookie, you never know what you might get.

New phone – Day 95

My new phone came yesterday. Mi max 2. It’s a huge phone with a 6.5 inch screen and 5300 mah battery.

This battery doesn’t die on me. I’m a power user of my phone and I have been using my phone since morning 5 am. The battery has still 32% left as I write to his post. I’m pretty sure it’ll not die until next morning.

This phone is HUGE.

Virar Local – Day 94

So today I came across a guy in the first class who was speaking loudly in English with someone over the phone. Sounded like a pretend accent to me. He climbed a virar train in Jogeshwari to get down at Malad.

Poor fool didn’t know that you do not mess with the Virar train. Virar train is the bad boy of the block. You don’t taunt it or make fun of it. I am sure the Virar train over heard this cool dude’s conversation with his friend where he so casually said he’ll be in Malad in 10 minutes.

Little did he know, these 10 minutes were soon going to become 50 minutes. He didn’t get down at Malad, because of the crowd! Duh! He couldn’t even get down at the next stop, because again, duh!

He finally got down at Bhayander after which he must have caught another train back to Malad.

So much for showing off in front of a Virar train. I hope he learnt his lesson.

Moral – You don’t mess with the Virar train.

Trains – Day 93

You find all kinds of people in the local train. They typically travel in groups and are generally kind people. But their behavior as a group changes from time to time. There is at least one soothsayer in the group.

The conversations in these groups are particularly interesting.

There was a guy standing behind me who was hurling filthy abuses at random people in the crowd and then suddenly transforming and singing songs of god. This actually happened.

One minute he is saying, “BC, MC, TMKC, BKL”.

The next minute he’s like, “hare ram, hare krishna” and songs on vithoba from pandharpur.

I am not sure how Vithoba would react.

Meanwhile, there is another group of people with one loudmouth who talks to everybody. Even people he doesn’t know. He praises himself, and puts around as if he’s the man. His insecurity is quite evident in the group.

There are a lot of characters in this story, which will slowly come to play, one after the other.

Milk Hasingh – Day 92

I was so tired yesterday I didn’t even get time to write. I am not going to write this blog post in detail. Instead, I am going to tell a funny story.

When I was in 7th standard, there was a question in my final exam. The question was something along the lines of “Which cow gives the most milk?”

Now, I did not know the answer, but I vaguely remembered something related to this, so I wrote the answer.

I wrote “Milk Hasingh”.

The teacher did not understand the answer and gave me zero marks.

What I actually wrote was the name of the Indian Olympain – Milkha Singh.

I jumbled up the words, funny how the human brain works, no?

April Fools – Day 91

I did a lot of work yesterday. I went to DMart all alone, bought a shoe for 250 rupees, bought four t shirts for 1000 rupees, bought a CFL for home, bought a pair of jeans and a credit card holder. I went walking all the way and came back walking. I also sold papers to bhangarwala and made some money. I also serviced my old cycle that I have been using since the 9th standard, that is like more than 9 years old.

We also made a new bed and sold the old one. Lots of work done for April Fools.