Saturday, May 7, 2011

flies in the market

it was
a high altitude
chilled morning!

i and my trading buddy madhu
were on our adventure tour
into the himalayas.

we had reached bhawanagar
on a cliff
one kilometer above
the mighty satluj running below.

we were feeling a bit tired
and were looking for a tea break...

soon we noticed a small
roadside
makeshift
deserted
tea vending stall
in a secluded fold
of the serpentile valley.

we signalled each other
parked our enfields
and ordered
"two special chai (tea), please!"

we sat across each other
in two "coke" chairs
across a "pepsi" table
eagerly waiting for our "chai"!

while waiting
i extended my body in the chair
and closed my eyes

while my buddy
spotted a newspaper in one corner
of the "dhaba"
and reached for it!

"its four days old, sir!"
the "cheff" said.

"i'm not going to read it!"
replied madhu.

i was surprised
and so was our host.

"then what for?" i asked, cutting short my mini nap

"for this...."
saying this
madhu triple folded the old newspaper
and smashed it in a flash
on the table.

when he lifted the weapon
i and the "cheff" saw
the dead body of
a housefly!

"i hate flies!" puffed the commando!

our host smiled
and turned back
to look at the tea on the boil!

"bang!" came another explosion!
another fly was dead!

"bang! bang! bang!"

three more....gone....

"what a relief! they are all finished!"
claimed madhu!

tea came
and also came
the next brigade
of
more flies!

madhu put down his tea cup
picked up the newspaper carrying the photo of george bush
and pounded the flies he hated
like the innocent iraq!

"bang! bang! bang! bang!"

all "stinger missiles" hit the target.

the battle was won
but the war was far from over!

more "sukhoi fighters" appeared
out of nowhere!

madhu gave up!

and uttered those immortal words

"these flies
are like stock market traders...

they see their fellow flies being killed
all around them
but they never get the clue
that somebody is after them!

they keep sitting there
they keep returning back
dreaming to drink the profit of
the sugary drops of tea on the trading table!
only to be smashed down!

majority of the flies
are poor dumb greedy flying machines

but some intelligent flies
who have demat accounts
keep blaming the deficiency in their technical knowledge
rather than acknowledging
the invincible skill
of the giant "gulliver" operator
across the table!

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