How the Equity Price is fixed in Stock Market?

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How the Equity Price is fixed in Stock Market!

One man Mr.A has a cow. It’s too old does not give any milk, he felt it was expensive to feed it and decided to sell it without the consent of his wife.

One day when his wife went to shopping, he sold this cow to Mr.B for $200. When Mrs. A came back no cow, she was angry and shouted at her husband, and Mr. A went and bought same cow for $400. After the sale Mr. B thought there may be something special with the cow otherwise Mr. A wouldn't have came back and bought it for double amount. So next day Mr.B approached Mr. A and offered $600 for the cow. For an offer of $600 Mr.A blinked and sold the cow. But again under the pressure of a ferocious Mrs.A, Mr.A bought back the cow for $800. But after selling the cow Mr. B was not able to sleep without buying again the same cow for $1000. After selling the Holy Cow to Mr. B, A ran to the market and bought a milking young cow for $600 and suppressed the anger of his wife.
By this time

 the useless cow became a Holy $1000 Cow!

Even though it was the same useless cow.

NB: Since the Cow is at sale all BULLs quotes higher price and price shoots.The cow is too old so BEARs always offer low price! :)-|:

:)-|:

My close encounter with a suspected prostitute.

After 15 hours toil in mud rain and tangled optical fibre cables. I was accompanied by my fellow Junior officer, got bus to Calicut from Malappuram by 00:30 hrs. It was a chilling night with drizzling moisture pinned the skin. As we grabbed a triple seat towards the front of the bus. I offered ticket to my companion but took wrong fare and the bus conductor told him to get the remaining fare from that point, that we agreed and drowned to sleep. At some point of time my nostrils gathered scent of an woman.

Yes a lone single woman at a rainy midnight in a local bus full of nocturnal human males! Hopefully it was a new moon day. She wore a Saree fortunately it wasn't White but a silky with bright golden threads , a costly one. She also has light gold ornaments. She was trying to cover her pale face with her Saree but that endeavour uncovers her white biceps .An elegant lady in mid 40's may be due to some formidable circumstances happened to travel at night. I was sympathised and thoughts of one of my girlfriend who use to travel in train at midnight came to my mind. I further melted. She was sitting in a double seat alone in the opposite side of the bus in the row behind me. Suddenly I sensed “I'm staring at her” , in regression I pulled-in my eyeballs and scanned at other males. Yes they were also staring at her. ”Why these peoples are so uncouth? . Silly?”. An already sympathised me flavoured by care for the weak looked at the lady if she needs any help that would be served. Keeping that in my mind I closed my eyes with vigilant radars on. But due to lack of power resources, my radars went into auto shut down and asleep.

The bus conductor tingled me into fast boot sequence and enquired me about my companion , he has to pay remaining fare. But he is not there. I acted as if he vanished into thin air. Then conductor turned towards the lady and called her, she was also very much asleep. Even 4,5 times he called aloud she continued to obey newtons 2nd law , continued her state of sleep even though compelled by external sound of the bus conductor. At that time didn't understand why he was reluctant to touch and wake her. At last somehow she released from sleep.

The bus conductor said “ Ma'am your ticket is valid up-to Kondotty only, and the bus already left Kondotty,”.

Madam replied “ I want to get down only at Calicut”

The conductor said “then you have to pay remaining bus fare”

Ma'am went into state of total ambiguity. Then decided to apply 3rd law of Mr. Newton “ Ettan eduthillyaa? Koikode vareulla ticket eduthitillyaa??” Saying that she took her purse and poured some currency notes.

One 50 rs, some 10 rs etc and coins that's all. She gave 50rs and conductor gave 17rs tiket and balance change. His job is over. No ambiguity , nothing. So he left.

The sympathised me went into perverse empathy. Embellished elegance of the woman starts falling. A fear of imprudence encircled my petulance. Time ticks to 02:00hrs and I am alone in my triple seat with my laptop bag. With emptied power sources again I hibernate........

As my bus stopped @ Ramanatukara, gutters woke me up again, my eyes freeze in shock, breath stopped and I'm dead.

In my triple seat, the she is sitting at other end and myself at other, separated by my back pack in the middle. Bus moved from Ramanatukara and lights inside the bus turned off. A shiver ran through my spine , I pulled and hold my bag tightly towards me but afraid to take it from the middle seat because I fear a vacant middle seat, more.

A road full of gutters and curves , a speeding bus , a swinging lady beside and me. In the darkness her ear rings twinkled in the light of passing-by vehicles. My heart beat measures 3G frequencies. With Kg weighted eyelids, exhausted life resources I kept un-sleep.

If she cries out.........i'm dead

if she touch me..........i'm dead

if she take my bag.......i'm still dead

So I kept my eyes wide shut.

I measured centrifugal forces of every swings

I measured friction forces of every brakes

I measured depth and recoil of every gutters

I gathered every photons into my eyes

I statued my self into steel body of the bus.

Thus I reached Calicut bus stand

Nothing happened , I de-pressurised my venae cava both interior and exterior!

After we both alighted, I was curious how she is going to home in the midnight. While getting down from the bus a man in black shirt appeared just close to her butt. That Man have no way compared to that lady's t in any manner. He was slim, with hooked eyes , dressed in ugly manner. My Lady looked and talking him with eyes. The man just looked her with null expressions. Finally she managed to say “Kash illyaaa”. The man symbolled at her with his hands that he had taken care of that. So both get out of the bus and both walked swiftly towards the auto-stand and a lad joined with them. From a distance I watched them getting into the auto-rikshaw. My mission accomplished. I started searching my own bus. On course I saw that man in black shirt appeared in the bus terminal, counting some 100Rs Currency. He started wander in the bus station and I went to my way with a Doubting Thomas asking questions un-answered.

1.If my Lady was with that man, y did they sit separately?

2.Y did he took only the halfway ticket?

3.Y didnt he accompanied her?

4.Where did the lad came?

Who told she is a prostitute?

No One.

Then I proved my self a narrow minded male chauvinist scumbag!

Chaarukasera

Evasive elocution.

Childhood ....
That man calls us with sweet smiling face only for helping him to clean his porch to drain rain water. The three cypress trees in front of the porch with lot of small fruits….not edible to humans…he never do such human things. The porch is cleaned only once every year…only when the water fills it up and the seeds got decay …rotten and foul smell spreads…and he will wait the water turns black and starts overflow through the walls…leaving black smirches of water run over the well painted walls….
He saves some 50 bugs.

Life
For him its is 
Means Sum….he adds subtracts multiplies numbers…and divides relations. He seems to be straight forward in trigonometry of profit and profit. Every one thinks he was blind such as he saw…. sees….can only see metrics.
He saves crores….in hatred!


Postulate of life
A black TV draws white pictures. Sum is always counter containment.
Altogether life is symmetric at cemetery.

What saves him?
His wife filled his life with beauty, benign and mercy towards the proximal cosmic. In my childhood I sat obediently and drink a full cup of milk only in her front. She was the host of all our relations and elates host fullness.
His ideas of perverse perplex needs antagonistic purity of naïve benevolence.
She saved him …………and choose burden of his eternal scourge earthly.
She is the angel…for me… maternally.

Time

Ticks …Ticks… Ticks ….Ticks…. Ticks… Ticks
I grew monstrously.
They went reverse...
She was bed ridden and died.
After her he soon spoiled his health and mind to float. Fell bed ridden.

Vernacular colloquial called Chaarukasera.
In my home there was a kind of easy chair that has long arms to keep legs and lie slanting…allow the person to see front without moving neck…
A more Easiness’ chair for old and laziness’ chair for others…
His condition demands it.
I’ve done search and rescue operation to find the chair form the garage. Make it tidy and kept ready to be transported to his home…but he didn’t waited for that….he cant live with out her….he showed he was nothing with out her. They may be together now.

After
On these days when I saw the chair again mangled in spider net in the corner of the garage….was I doing the black revenge….?
It haunts me…
I’m not afraid of him….
But I won’t withstand her wrath.