<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:34:42.752-08:00</updated><category term='Your Skin'/><category term='Krishna on Miniature Paintings- II'/><category term='Miniature Painting- RAMA'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Management Funda'/><category term='Indian Beautiful Stories'/><category term='Useful Tips'/><category term='The world&apos;s most beautiful collection'/><category term='Best'/><category term='Your&apos;s Hair'/><category term='Dadi maa kai घरेलू नुस्खे'/><category term='Share Market'/><category term='The Art of Trading'/><category term='BEST IMAGES (PHOTO)- Under Sea'/><category term='Share Market-Trading lessons from rock climbing'/><category term='Insurance'/><category term='BEST IMAGES (PHOTO)'/><category term='Good Cartoons of R K Laxman'/><category term='REMINISCENCES OF A STOCK OPERATOR- A Book'/><category term='Stories of Mullah Nasrudin'/><category term='Beauty Secret'/><category term='YOGA'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Warren Buffet'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Health- Child'/><category term='RAJPUT/MUGAL MINIATURE PAINTINGS'/><category term='HEALTH  -Medicine'/><category term='INDIA'/><category term='A collection of good ideas.'/><category term='OSCAR ACADEMY AWARDS -2008'/><category term='STAMPS-Miniature Sheets'/><category term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><category term='Health  - Aloevera'/><category term='The Best'/><category term='Health- इलायची और सेहत....'/><category term='Mantra'/><category term='WEIGHT LOSS TIPS'/><category term='Krishna on Miniature Paintings- I'/><category term='जडी-बूटियाँ'/><category term='BEST IMAGES- Children'/><category term='Improve Personality'/><category term='Share Market -Longer ring finger predicts financial success'/><category term='Your Healthy life- Fruits'/><category term='Stories of Panchatantra Classic'/><category term='Health- गेहूँ के जवारे'/><category term='पूजा पाठ'/><category term='Jyotish'/><category term='Malgudi days Stories'/><category term='Health-क्या आपकी त्वचा छुई-मुई है'/><category term='Stories of Tenali Rama'/><category term='Health- Heart'/><category term='PRIDE OF INDIA'/><category term='Thought for the day'/><category term='TRAVEL TIPS'/><category term='Sanskar'/><title type='text'>.....MOTTI KAMAI</title><subtitle type='html'>.......Make Money &amp;amp; Good Health The Easy Way</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-8125854578414428712</id><published>2010-05-29T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:42:47.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>THE 10 THINGS in LIFE YOU CONTROL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Kunal Mittal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There are just a few aspects of life that we can truly control, and it’s useful to know just what those areas are. If you don't know, you’ll spend a lot of time blaming others for your own failings. Try and exert too much control in areas you shouldn't and the universe will createSome interesting ways to remind of your place.&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared and learn the 10 things in life that you DO control:&lt;br /&gt;1. What you do.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions are yours alone. You choose to make them or not make them and you are responsible for the effects of those actions.&lt;br /&gt;2. What you say.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, the words you speak (or write) are also consciously chosen. Like actions, they have an impact on your life and the lives of those you contact.&lt;br /&gt;3. What you think.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are some subconscious thoughts that you can't control. But the things that you really think about, your beliefs, your ideals, etc. are concepts you have chosen to accept and believe in.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your work -&lt;br /&gt;Many people like to overlook this one, it being much easier to say "Oh, I'm trapped in my job because I don't have a degree, experience, etc. "Hogwash! That's simple a way of denying one's responsibility in having chosen the job in the first place. It's your job and you chose it. IfYou stay (or go), that's a choice as well.&lt;br /&gt;5. The people you associate with.&lt;br /&gt;There's a famous t-shirt that states: "It's hard to soar like an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys." Colloquial is very often correct! Your friends can either lift you up or bring you down. You make the decision which type of friends you wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your basic physical health.&lt;br /&gt;Much about our health is a factor of genetics, environment, and exposure. Much more of our health is simply a matter of the things we choose: diet, exercise, drugs, sleep, routine physicals, check-ups, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. The environment you live in.&lt;br /&gt;Your house, the condition of your home, the town you live in, the amenities available to you are all things you can control, although some to a lesser degree (i.e., you decide to tolerate them or move some place else).&lt;br /&gt;8. Your fiscal situation.&lt;br /&gt;Having or not having enough money is a factor of what you make versus what you spend.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your time.&lt;br /&gt;You choose how to "spend" your time and how much of your time to give to various activities. You'll never get more time than the 24 hours you’re given each day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Your legacy.&lt;br /&gt;All your actions, words, and knowledge that you share while you a reliving become the gift that you leave when you are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-8125854578414428712?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/8125854578414428712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-in-life-you-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8125854578414428712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8125854578414428712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-in-life-you-control.html' title='THE 10 THINGS in LIFE YOU CONTROL'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-3959503479683572818</id><published>2010-05-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:44:39.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Know about Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq_IO0GnEI/AAAAAAAACN0/Cs41zzD8RJs/s1600-h/office-nap_~k0501067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308265258946042946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq_IO0GnEI/AAAAAAAACN0/Cs41zzD8RJs/s200/office-nap_~k0501067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Shikha Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;May be you are going to bed earlier each night but are still waking up feeling like you haven’t had enough sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People are feeling more tired than ever before, and there doesn’t seem to be any relief in sight.When you don’t get enough fluids, cells through your body, including the brain, begin to run dry, which can sap your energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don’t wait until you feel thirsty; drink at least eight glasses a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don’t have drinks which contain caffeine, it removes more fluids from your body than it puts in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To fight fatigue, put more variety into your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Going for walks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;reading new books - will help you feel more motivated and energized by life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-3959503479683572818?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/3959503479683572818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-about-fatigue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3959503479683572818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3959503479683572818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-about-fatigue.html' title='Know about Fatigue'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq_IO0GnEI/AAAAAAAACN0/Cs41zzD8RJs/s72-c/office-nap_~k0501067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6867519851129136421</id><published>2010-05-27T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:46:02.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health  - Aloevera'/><title type='text'>Health - Aloevera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aloevera is most powerfull natural herbs in world. The miraculous aloe leaf contains over 75 nutritional components and 200 other compounds, including 20 minerals, 18 amino acids and 12 vitamins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Solve your A To Z problems with Aloevera.&lt;br /&gt;Aloevera helps in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;all chronic diseases like Over weight,Arthritis, Diabeties, Asthma, Heart blokage, High B.P., Digestive disorder, Acne, Hair fall, Lack of energy, Migrane, Skin problems, Sexual Problems&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and many more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6867519851129136421?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6867519851129136421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/health-aloevera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6867519851129136421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6867519851129136421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/health-aloevera.html' title='Health - Aloevera'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-722930831293325899</id><published>2010-05-26T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:22:19.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Market'/><title type='text'>Why Many Traders Loss Money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SXGuirn8CCI/AAAAAAAAADk/bw9pkw3u80I/s1600-h/LOSEMONEY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292202947986065442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SXGuirn8CCI/AAAAAAAAADk/bw9pkw3u80I/s320/LOSEMONEY.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They lack discipline:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It takes an accumulation of knowledge and sharp focus to trade successfully. Most traders would rather listen to the advice of others than take the time to learn a trading system. Let’s face it: Most people are lazy when it comes to trading. Although money may be the most important concern they have, and earning it, the most important goal they work towards, learning how to invest it is low on their to do list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are impatient:&lt;/span&gt; Traders have an insatiable need for action. It may be the adrenaline rush they’re after. It may be their gambler’s mentality. It may be they feel life is passing them by, and they say, It’s now or never. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trading is never:&lt;/span&gt; now or never. Trading is about patience and objective decision-making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Traders do not trade objectively: Many traders have the habit of not cutting losses fast enough. It goes against their grain to sell. At the same time they often get out of winners too soon. It sounds simple, but it takes emotional disengagement to trade objectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traders personalize losses:&lt;/span&gt; Some speculators don't have the temperament to accept small losses in a trade. They take each loss as a personal failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traders are greedy:&lt;/span&gt; They try to pick tops or bottoms in hopes they’ll be able to time their trades to maximize their profits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traders won’t admit to reality:&lt;/span&gt; They are not willing to believe the only truth there is: The truth of price. As a result, they act contrary to the trend, and, deluding themselves, they lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traders buy and hold:&lt;/span&gt; Out of fear, they hold on to losers, anxiously watching them tank, but taking no action. When they finally sell, they are angry and embarrassed, yet they still buy and hold because they are rigid about change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traders act impulsively:&lt;/span&gt; They often jump into a market based on a story in the morning paper. The market has already discounted the data, or it is outdated and misleading information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-722930831293325899?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/722930831293325899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-many-traders-loss-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/722930831293325899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/722930831293325899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-many-traders-loss-money.html' title='Why Many Traders Loss Money?'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SXGuirn8CCI/AAAAAAAAADk/bw9pkw3u80I/s72-c/LOSEMONEY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4976171733796236798</id><published>2010-05-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:17:53.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Bad breathe !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao3wsB5zkI/AAAAAAAACNE/2JBuJE3eruI/s1600-h/272_Rh13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308116420401942082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao3wsB5zkI/AAAAAAAACNE/2JBuJE3eruI/s200/272_Rh13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by- Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;To find out why- and to avoid those potentially embarrassing moments- read on&lt;br /&gt;Don't dine with the garlic family: spices tend to stay and recirculate through essential oils they leave in your mouth. Depending on how much you eat, the odor can stay in your mouth up to 24 hours. No matter how often you fresh your teeth. Such foods to avoid include onions, hot peppers and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;Stick with water: Coffee, beer, wine and whiskey are at the top of the list of liquid offenders. Each leave a residue that can attach to the plaque in your mouth and infiltrate your digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;Carry a tooth brush:Some odors can be eliminated-permanently or temporarily- if you brush immediately after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;Rinse your mouth out: when you cant brush,you can rinse. Go to the rest room after meals and get a mouthful of water, swish it around and wash the smell of food from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Gargle a minty mouthwash:Gargling with a mouthwash is a great idea. Or a breathe mint or minty gum is just a cover up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4976171733796236798?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4976171733796236798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4976171733796236798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4976171733796236798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-breathe.html' title='Bad breathe !!'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao3wsB5zkI/AAAAAAAACNE/2JBuJE3eruI/s72-c/272_Rh13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-30629679216915760</id><published>2010-05-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:21:38.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Market'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Never hold fewer than 10 different securities covering five different fields of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 At least once in six months reappraise every security held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Keep at least half the total fund in income-producing securities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Consider yield the least important factor in analyzing any stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Be quick to take losses, reluctant to take profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Never put more than 25% of a given fund into securities about which detailed information is not readily and regularly available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Avoid "inside information" as you would the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Seek facts diligently, advice never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Ignore mechanical formulas for valuing securities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 When stocks are high, money rates rising, business prosperous, at least half a given fund should be placed in short-term bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Borrow money sparingly and only when stocks are low, money rates are low or falling, and business depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 Set aside a moderate proportion of available funds for the purchase of long-term options on promising companies whenever available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-30629679216915760?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/30629679216915760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-never-hold-fewer-than-10-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/30629679216915760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/30629679216915760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-never-hold-fewer-than-10-different.html' title=''/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-7819806306032675323</id><published>2010-05-20T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:19:40.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Market'/><title type='text'>Why Do Trend Traders Win the Big Money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ted Williams. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The man epitomizes the word "discipline". Trend Followers, like Williams, wait for their pitch -- and then whack it for homeruns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Now think for a moment about investment sites such as all of the stock tip chat houses. They are useless when it comes to helping you to make money in the long run. Why? There is no discipline. They say there is a good pitch to hit everyday. This is far from true.There are typically three stages an investor goes through before they become successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Building discipline starts with an understanding of these points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Easy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Money:&lt;/span&gt; The first stage involves thinking there is easy money to be made. This is the thinking of a newbie. Often, after a big stock tip gone wrong or a couple great broker recommendations that lose serious money, you enter the second stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need a plan:&lt;/span&gt; The second stage begins when an investor or trader decides a plan is needed to win. The problems begin when the search for a plan becomes a search for the Holy Grail. And we all know there is no Holy Grail. What is needed is more than just a "system". What is needed is you following the system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This leads to stage three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm responsible for my success: Stage three comes when the investor or trader realizes that success comes from inside the person, not outside. To achieve true success you must understand the market is not responsible, you are. There is no one to blame or compliment but yourself when it comes to trading. So find a solid plan and follow it.Trend Following demands that you detach emotions from your trading and maintain exacting discipline. Trend Following, for example, can be a winning plan, but you must be disciplined to do the hard (and right) thing everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-7819806306032675323?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/7819806306032675323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-trend-traders-win-big-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7819806306032675323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7819806306032675323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-trend-traders-win-big-money.html' title='Why Do Trend Traders Win the Big Money?'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6283820872790452631</id><published>2010-05-11T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:18:53.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Market'/><title type='text'>Share Mkt lessons from 2008--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1)In panics there is almost nowhere to make money without taking excessive risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2)Timing entries and exits to oversold &amp;amp; overbought conditions helps achieve low-risk/high-reward entries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3)There is no such thing as a safe investment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4)Markets are dysfunctional, corrupt, and have no oversight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5)To let a stock prove itself to me, prior to jumping in based on my analysis alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6)The ability to change and adapt to market conditions quickly is more important than I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7)Don’t look back on missed opportunities but to look ahead for the next one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8)Buy &amp;amp; hold is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9)Discipline to a plan is crucial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10)I always tend to make the same mistakes (not having enough patience and trying to get the maximum return in the shortest period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;11)You cannot be complacent in face of headwinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;12)To accept a small gain rather than always looking for a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;13)Ignore the noise - focus on price action and you’ll do fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;14)You must take time to analyze your position through multiple time frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;15)Do not succumb to “green screen fever”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;16)Just when you think a stock price can’t get any lower, it goes much lower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;17)Takes a long time to build profits and very little time to lose it all. Risk management is key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;18)Get a handle on psychology - yours AND the market’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19)You have to be in it to win it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20)It’s better to wait for the right setup than it is to force something that isn’t there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;21)Keep a better trading journal so I can go back and review things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;22)There is even more manipulation in the stock market than I ever dreamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;23)- trading is a confidence game. Once you’ve lost it, go to cash until it returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6283820872790452631?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6283820872790452631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/share-market-lessons-from-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6283820872790452631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6283820872790452631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/share-market-lessons-from-2008.html' title='Share Mkt lessons from 2008--'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4858820163153881016</id><published>2010-04-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:40:37.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management Funda'/><title type='text'>BEST LITTLE STORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by- Kunal Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This Story is about a man who once upon a time was selling Hotdogs by the roadside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He was illiterate, so he never read newspapers. He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;His eyes were weak, so he never watched television. But enthusiastically, he sold lots of hotdogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He was smart enough to offer some attractive schemes to increase his sales. His sales and profit went up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He ordered more and more raw material and buns and used to sell more. He recruited few more supporting staff to serve more customers. He started offering home deliveries. Eventually he got himself a bigger and better stove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As his business was growing, the son, who had recently graduated from College, joined his father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then something strange happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The son asked, "Dad, aren't you aware of the great recession that is coming our way?" The father replied, "No, but tell me about it." The son said, "The international situation is terrible. The domestic situation is even worse. We should be prepared for the coming bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" The man thought that since his son had been to college, read the papers, listened to the radio and watched TV. He ought to know and his advice should not be taken lightly. So the next day onwards, the father cut down on his raw material order and buns, took down the colorful signboard, removed all the special schemes he was offering to the customers and was no longer as enthusiastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He reduced his staff strength by giving layoffs. Very soon, fewer and fewer people bothered to stop at his hotdog stand. And his sales started coming down rapidly, same is the profit. The father said to his son, "Son, you were right".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"We are in the middle of a recession and crisis. I am glad you warned me ahead of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" Moral of the StoryIt's all in your MIND! And we actually FUEL this recession much more than we think"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By P R Krishnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4858820163153881016?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4858820163153881016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-little-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4858820163153881016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4858820163153881016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-little-stories.html' title='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4315141784007943192</id><published>2010-04-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:21:21.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>‘success’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The word, ‘success’ is one of the most appealing words in any language, for almost everyone would like to be successful. The greatest thing about success is that there can be no fixed definition of it. What might seem as success to one person might appear to be a waste of time or energy to another.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is accumulation of wealth or saving a person’s life, much effort goes into being successful. Moreover, the luck-factor also plays a part in most stories of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, a person needs to decide for himself what success means for him. He may listen to the opinion and advice of well-meaning family members and friends, but ultimately, he has to take the decision and then put in his very best to turn his dream into reality.Just like true love brings an inner glow on a person’s face, true success brings a sense of inner contentment, very different from what is understood as ego, regardless of the opinion of others. If you feel that happiness, you have tasted success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have a great day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4315141784007943192?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4315141784007943192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/success.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4315141784007943192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4315141784007943192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/success.html' title='‘success’'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-2993020755479702903</id><published>2010-04-14T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:20:24.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Cartoons of R K Laxman'/><title type='text'>Good Cartoons of R K Laxman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by Shikha Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe_13MQXbI/AAAAAAAACGs/W5dxzzm2hA4/s1600-h/Common_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302918018321374642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe_13MQXbI/AAAAAAAACGs/W5dxzzm2hA4/s320/Common_man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rasipuram Krishnaswamy Iyer Laxman born 23 October 1924 is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cartoonist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartoonist"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cartoonist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Illustrator" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illustrator"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;illustrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Humorist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humorist"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;humorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. He is widely regarded as India's greatest-ever cartoonist and is best known for his creation The Common Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe-c2A-qlI/AAAAAAAACGc/33oGRZqZ9og/s1600-h/114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302916488997284434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe-c2A-qlI/AAAAAAAACGc/33oGRZqZ9og/s320/114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe-cguWjXI/AAAAAAAACGU/MTlFzna7t9s/s1600-h/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302916483282013554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe-cguWjXI/AAAAAAAACGU/MTlFzna7t9s/s320/113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94--KaGI/AAAAAAAACGM/7Ei_n9kMcJc/s1600-h/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915872926099554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94--KaGI/AAAAAAAACGM/7Ei_n9kMcJc/s320/112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94qyB6xI/AAAAAAAACGE/XbVQnIaPOtw/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915867506502418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94qyB6xI/AAAAAAAACGE/XbVQnIaPOtw/s320/111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94k3xizI/AAAAAAAACF8/5zWgi32W_fA/s1600-h/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915865919982386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94k3xizI/AAAAAAAACF8/5zWgi32W_fA/s320/110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94Y712AI/AAAAAAAACF0/AxESbgRT2bc/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915862715815938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94Y712AI/AAAAAAAACF0/AxESbgRT2bc/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94UINLmI/AAAAAAAACFs/eMfKI-WUARs/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915861425499746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe94UINLmI/AAAAAAAACFs/eMfKI-WUARs/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NrtJqwI/AAAAAAAACFk/ajAxDzo-D1c/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915129020099330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NrtJqwI/AAAAAAAACFk/ajAxDzo-D1c/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NqhAP-I/AAAAAAAACFc/njpJAWLgTFQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915128700714978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NqhAP-I/AAAAAAAACFc/njpJAWLgTFQ/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NcS4cgI/AAAAAAAACFU/58CFksndihE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915124883386882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NcS4cgI/AAAAAAAACFU/58CFksndihE/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NOLvgTI/AAAAAAAACFM/6IEJ0u-6Y1E/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915121095344434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NOLvgTI/AAAAAAAACFM/6IEJ0u-6Y1E/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NBjlfcI/AAAAAAAACFE/XUCDjHJl3v0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302915117705690562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe9NBjlfcI/AAAAAAAACFE/XUCDjHJl3v0/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;!-- start main content --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-2993020755479702903?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/2993020755479702903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-cartoons-of-r-k-laxman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2993020755479702903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2993020755479702903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-cartoons-of-r-k-laxman.html' title='Good Cartoons of R K Laxman'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZe_13MQXbI/AAAAAAAACGs/W5dxzzm2hA4/s72-c/Common_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-5226005261238767364</id><published>2010-04-14T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:23:28.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories of Panchatantra Classic'/><title type='text'>The geese and the tortoise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZaZYD6A9xI/AAAAAAAACE8/x3P-Xe9IUJA/s1600-h/tortoise.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302594249919887122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZaZYD6A9xI/AAAAAAAACE8/x3P-Xe9IUJA/s400/tortoise.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once upon a time there lived a pair of geese and a tortoise all three of whom were great friends. One day they faced a huge drought and the lake in which they lived was drying up. They decided to leave the lake and look for a new lake. But the tortoise could not fly. So the geese thought of a plan, where by the tortoise would have to hold a piece of stick by its mouth which would be carried by the two geese. The only condition was that the trotoise should not speak or it will fall from the stick to death. The tortoise agreed to be silent.&lt;br /&gt;But on seeing this stange arrangment , people on the way started laughing at the tortoise. Unable to control his anxiety, he spoke out "What are they laughig about?", and so fell to his death. If he had kept quiet he could have saved his own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral : Do not get distracted when working on important things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-5226005261238767364?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/5226005261238767364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/geese-and-tortoise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/5226005261238767364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/5226005261238767364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/geese-and-tortoise.html' title='The geese and the tortoise'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZaZYD6A9xI/AAAAAAAACE8/x3P-Xe9IUJA/s72-c/tortoise.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-5342625040921800530</id><published>2010-03-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:36:20.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best'/><title type='text'>BEST-BEST BETTER WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoping and dreaming of a better world are not enough if we are unwilling to work - but when we work towards our dreams, wonderful things can happen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE ARE CERTAIN TIPS&lt;/span&gt; TO SAVE WATER,PETROL &amp;amp; ELECTRICITY-BUT MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TOO BELIEVE THAT WHOLE OF WORLD IS OUR HOME - SO ALL THIS SAVING IS FOR MY OWN HOME-AND PLEASE DONT THINK HOW CAN YOU MAKE THE DIFFERENCE ALONE-YOUR SUGGETIONS AND EFFORTS ARE WELCOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW TO CREATE AWARENESS&lt;/span&gt;-V CAN USE BUSINESS CARDS,MAILING ENVELOPES,MONTHLY OR QUARTERLY NEW LETTERS ,WRITING SAVE WATER ETC SLOGAN ON OUR NOTICE BOARD,DISUCUSSING THIS WITH&lt;br /&gt;AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE,INVOLVING OUR KIDS IN THIS AS WELL&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MOST IMPORTANT-FORWARD THIS MAIL TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PLEASE TRY TO INVOLVE MAXIMUM PEOPLE IN THIS PROCESS &amp;amp; BE A PART OF THIS AWARENESS PROCESS- Akela Chala Tha Main Aur Karwan Banta gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LETS MAKE A BETTER INDIATIPS ON HOW TO SAVE WATER (3RD WORLD WAR IF HAPPENS WILL BE FOR WATER)&lt;br /&gt;· Don't let the water run while shaving or brushing teeth.&lt;br /&gt;· Take short showers instead of tub baths.&lt;br /&gt;· Keep drinking water in the refrigerator instead of letting the faucet run until the water is cool.&lt;br /&gt;· Scrape, rather than rinse, dishes before loading into the dishwasher; wash only full loads.&lt;br /&gt;· Wash only full loads of laundry or use the appropriate water level or load size selection on the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;· Buy high-efficient plumbing fixtures &amp;amp; appliances.&lt;br /&gt;· Repair all leaks (a leaky toilet can waste 200 gallons a day). Its also a sign of bad fortune or results in too much expenses.&lt;br /&gt;· Water the lawn or garden during the coolest part of the day (early morning is best).&lt;br /&gt;· Water plants differently according to what they need. Check with your local extension service or nurseries for advice.&lt;br /&gt;· Set sprinklers to water the lawn or garden only – not the street or sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;· Use soaker hoses or trickle irrigation systems for trees and shrubs.&lt;br /&gt;· Keep your yard healthy - dethatch, use mulch, etc.&lt;br /&gt;· Sweep outside instead of using a hose.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not use water to get your vehicles washed,instead use wet clothes.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not waste the drinking water or Rs.12 litre water will soon be available for Rs 40per litre.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not waste the food,as lot of water and energy is consumed while cooking food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS ON HOW TO SAVE PETROL (IMPORT OF CRUDE OIL ACCOUNTS FOR 40% OF IMPORT OF INDIA)&lt;br /&gt;· Start your vehicle,when you are ready to move,not when you have to turn or get it out of your home.&lt;br /&gt;· Switch off your vehicle when you are stopped at Red Light.&lt;br /&gt;· Always keep your petrol tank full,do not waste your time &amp;amp; petrol by getting it filled again and again.&lt;br /&gt;· Get your vehicles serviced regularly.&lt;br /&gt;· Use original and branded equipments in your vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;· Use Two whealers where four whealer can be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;· While using Four Whealer try to accommodate maximum people so that petrol is not wasted(This practice is used even in Thailand).&lt;br /&gt;· Try to use bicycle and even walk,where u can,it is helpful for your health as well.&lt;br /&gt;· Use AC or Heater of your car only when its too urgent.&lt;br /&gt;· Start for your work early so that you don't have to drive fast,it avoids accidents as well.&lt;br /&gt;· Keep proper air preassure of tyres of your vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;· Follow the traffic rules,it too helps in saving petrol and avoiding accidents.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not use mobile while driving,you loose the concentration from driving.&lt;br /&gt;· Park ur Vehicle properly,so that traffic problem doesn't arrive,that too helps in Petrol Saving.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not keep your cars on just for getting cool air of AC.Sacrifice a little comfort to Give big comforts to your next generation.&lt;br /&gt;·MOST IMPORTANT-Use School Transportation system for sending ur kids to school and if you want a short time comfort for your kids and want them to send on ur own car,please…..take a few more kids from your neighbourhood so that there is saving of our national property i.e.Petrol and also help to control traffic problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TIPS ON HOW TO SAVE ELECTRICITY (RUPEE ONE SAVED FOR ELECTRICITY EQUALS TO RUPEE TWO USED IN GENERATING ELECTRICITY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep your mobile on meeting mode-always avoid the vibrator mode,it will increase the talk time of&lt;br /&gt;mobile battery &amp;amp; in turn also reduce the electricity use.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not leave your electric appliances on stand by mode.By switching off at the main power button, or even the socket, you can save both energy and money.&lt;br /&gt;· Items left on standby use up to 85% of the energy they would use if fully switched on.&lt;br /&gt;· Use energy saving light bulbs to cut your costs considerably.&lt;br /&gt;· No matter what type of lighting you are using, always turn the lights off when you leave a room.&lt;br /&gt;· Take care of useless lights even in your school,office,friends or relatives house.&lt;br /&gt;· There are a number of different solar-powered lights available for use in the garden. These lights are highly energy efficient.&lt;br /&gt;· Washing machines and tumble dryers are big electricity users. You may not be able to cut down how often you use them, but small changes in how you use them will save energy and money.&lt;br /&gt;· When using the washing machine, between 85-90% of energy is used just to heat up the water. Therefore, dropping the water temperature of your wash could significantly decrease your electricity consumption. Over a year, by using a warm wash rather than a hot wash, you could cut consumption nearly in half.&lt;br /&gt;· Only use the washing machine when you have a full load. If you have to do a smaller wash, use the half load function. The spin on the machine may mean that more energy is used, but by spinning your clothes you are removing more excess water, therefore reducing your drying time in a tumble dryer.&lt;br /&gt;· You can cut down on using tumble dryers by line drying clothes outside whenever possible or using an indoor clothes dryer when the weather is bad.&lt;br /&gt;· A dripping tap can be not only annoying but if it is a hot water tap it can cost you in both water.&lt;br /&gt;· There are a few easy ways to save energy when cooking which can also speed up the amount of time you spend over a hot stove. Always use the correct size pan and, when heating water, only use the amount you need.&lt;br /&gt;· If only using a small pan, then use a smaller burner. Boiling water in the kettle first will save the time the burner needs to heat the water, and putting a lid on will help it come to a boil quicker.&lt;br /&gt;· When making a cup of tea, only boil the amount of water that you need. Boiling a full kettle unnecessarily is a waste of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;· The location of your fridge can make a difference in how energy efficient it is. Make sure it is out of direct sunlight and not close to the oven. It is best to keep it against an outside wall so that the heat it generates can escape easily, and always make sure that there are a few inches space all around the fridge so that air can circulate.&lt;br /&gt;· Make sure you defrost your fridge and freezer on a regular basis or whenever necessary. An iced up freezer will make the freezer work harder, therefore wasting more energy than needed.&lt;br /&gt;· Only set your fridge to as cold as you need it and avoid keeping the door open for long periods of time. The more cold air escapes, the harder the fridge has to work and the more electricity it uses. Check the seal regularly as a damaged seal also lets cold air escape.&lt;br /&gt;· Never put warm or hot food into the fridge as this will make the fridge work extra hard to try and keep it cold; allow food to cool down first.&lt;br /&gt;· In many homes, the single biggest electricity expense is the heating of water. This typically accounts for about 30% to 40% of the electricity account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;· By taking a shower instead of a bath you can save hot water. Showers typically use less water than a bath.&lt;br /&gt;· Get the family into the habit of plugging the water basin when washing or shaving. Allowing hot water to pour out of the taps and down the drain is wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;· Use the sun's energy to heat your water by installing solar panels. This will save electricity and cut down your electricity bill.&lt;br /&gt;· Do not set the thermostat on the geyser too high. A setting of 50-60C is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;· To optimize electricity efficiency, geysers should be located as close as possible to the points where hot water is being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE MOST IMPORTANT THING-DO NOT DO WHAT YOU DON'T WANT OTHERS TO DO&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER TO START TODAY BECAUSE &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/what_is_not_started_today_is_never_finished/295575.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT IS NOT STARTED TODAY IS NEVER FINISHED TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-5342625040921800530?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/5342625040921800530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/5342625040921800530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/5342625040921800530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/best.html' title='BEST-BEST BETTER WORLD'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4551984186692383248</id><published>2009-10-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:20:37.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Breakfast can help keep you lean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SXGO8S01XTI/AAAAAAAAADc/KcHNdc7Riqw/s1600-h/art_breakfast_lean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292168203633777970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SXGO8S01XTI/AAAAAAAAADc/KcHNdc7Riqw/s320/art_breakfast_lean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating within first few hours of waking kick-starts metabolism and gives energy• &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies show people who eat breakfast concentrate better• Study: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Breakfast may be the most important meal of the day, but be aware of what you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is it about breakfast that makes it so beneficial? And are all are breakfasts created equal? A study from Pediatrics, published in March 2008, looked at 2,000 teenagers and found that teens who ate breakfast weighed less, exercised more and ate healthier food than their classmates who didn't eat breakfast&lt;a name="1" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="rv2" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Questions and answers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are all breakfasts created equal?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Sanjay Gupta, chief medical correspondent: No, all breakfasts are definitely not created equal. We talked to an expert at the American Dietetic Association to help us "grade" a few popular breakfast options. Let's start at the bottom with a breakfast that would get a "C" average grade: Fast food breakfast sandwich, pastry or sugary cereal.&lt;br /&gt;These foods get a "C" for a number of reasons. The types of fat in these foods are the bad fats, and it certainly is not balanced. These foods are going to be high in sugar and carbohydrates and low in fiber and protein, which are essential for a balanced breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Let's flip to the foods that get a "B" average grade: bagel, breakfast bar, breakfast shake or pancakes with syrup.&lt;br /&gt;These foods are a good start but aren't quite there. Take, for example, the breakfast shake: Many people blend up some milk and fruit. Although it's healthy for you, to make it a complete meal, you should add a peanut butter sandwich on whole wheat bread.&lt;br /&gt;OK, now for the winner, the "A+" breakfast: oatmeal with skim milk, a half-ounce nuts, berries and orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate breakfast because you've got a whole grain in the oatmeal, a protein in the skim milk, heart-healthy fats in your nuts, and the berries are a great source of antioxidants. You can wash the meal down with a nice glass of orange juice, which is loaded with vitamin C and potassium. Remember that you should be consuming a significant amount of calories at breakfast -- around 500, depending on the person. Eating a hearty breakfast will keep you full for several hours and prevent you from snacking at that morning meeting. And important to remember: If you wake up and are not hungry in the morning, it is a big indicator that you are overeating at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4551984186692383248?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4551984186692383248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakfast-can-help-keep-you-lean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4551984186692383248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4551984186692383248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakfast-can-help-keep-you-lean.html' title='Breakfast can help keep you lean'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SXGO8S01XTI/AAAAAAAAADc/KcHNdc7Riqw/s72-c/art_breakfast_lean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-9047066286619034507</id><published>2009-09-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:52:27.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useful Tips'/><title type='text'>Top 25 All-Time Warren Buffett Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SqcXSBw4VPI/AAAAAAAACYc/45inld_Dx9Y/s1600-h/MYQUOTES.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379293878395884786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SqcXSBw4VPI/AAAAAAAACYc/45inld_Dx9Y/s320/MYQUOTES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. “Rule No.1: Never lose money. Rule No.2: Never forget rule No.1″&lt;br /&gt;2. “In a bull market, one must avoid the error of the preening duck that quacks boastfully after a torrential rainstorm, thinking that its paddling skills have caused it to rise in the world. A right-thinking duck would instead compare its position after the downpour to that of the other ducks on the pond.”&lt;br /&gt;3. “The fact that people will be full of greed, fear or folly is predictable. The sequence is not predictable.”&lt;br /&gt;4. “Be fearful when others are greedy. Be greedy when others are fearful.”&lt;br /&gt;5. “It’s far better to buy a wonderful company at a fair price than a fair company at a wonderful price.”&lt;br /&gt;6. “When a management with a reputation for brilliance tackles a business with a reputation for bad economics, it is usually the reputation of the business that remains intact.”&lt;br /&gt;7. “You only find out who is swimming naked when the tide goes out.”&lt;br /&gt;8. “Risk comes from not knowing what you’re doing.”&lt;br /&gt;9. “If I was running $1 million today, or $10 million for that matter, I’d be fully invested. Anyone who says that size does not hurt investment performance is selling. The highest rates of return I’ve ever achieved were in the 1950s. I killed the Dow. You ought to see the numbers. But I was investing peanuts then. It’s a huge structural advantage not to have a lot of money. I think I could make you 50% a year on $1 million. No, I know I could. I guarantee that.”&lt;br /&gt;10. “Whether we’re talking about socks or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.anirudhsethireport.com/top-25-all-time-warren-buffett-quotes/#" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, I like buying quality merchandise when it is marked down.”&lt;br /&gt;11. “I try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.anirudhsethireport.com/top-25-all-time-warren-buffett-quotes/#" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;buy stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; in businesses that are so wonderful that an idiot can run them. Because sooner or later, one will.”&lt;br /&gt;12. “Price is what you pay. Value is what you get.”&lt;br /&gt;13. “I don’t look to jump over 7-foot bars: I look around for 1-foot bars that I can step over.”&lt;br /&gt;14. “If a business does well, the stock eventually follows.”&lt;br /&gt;15. “Look at market fluctuations as your friend rather than your enemy; profit from folly rather than participate in it.”&lt;br /&gt;16. “Most people get interested in stocks when everyone else is. The time to get interested is when no one else is. You can’t buy what is popular and do well.”&lt;br /&gt;17. “The line separating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink3" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,3);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,3);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,3);" href="http://www.anirudhsethireport.com/top-25-all-time-warren-buffett-quotes/#" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;investment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; and speculation, which is never bright and clear, becomes blurred still further when most market participants have recently enjoyed triumphs. Nothing sedates rationality like large doses of effortless money. After a heady experience of that kind, normally sensible people drift into behavior akin to that of Cinderella at the ball. They know that overstaying the festivities — that is, continuing to speculate in companies that have gigantic valuations relative to the cash they are likely to generate in the future — will eventually bring on pumpkins and mice. But they nevertheless hate to miss a single minute of what is one helluva party. Therefore, the giddy participants all plan to leave just seconds before midnight. There’s a problem, though: They are dancing in a room in which the clocks have no hands.”&lt;br /&gt;18. “Should you find yourself in a chronically leaking boat, energy devoted to changing vessels is likely to be more productive than energy devoted to patching leaks.”&lt;br /&gt;19. “Never count on making a good sale. Have the purchase price be so attractive that even a mediocre sale gives good results.”&lt;br /&gt;20. “Investors making purchases in an overheated market need to recognize that it may often take an extended period for the value of even an outstanding company to catch up with the price they paid.”&lt;br /&gt;21. “I like to go for cinches. I like to shoot fish in a barrel. But I like to do it after the water has run out.”&lt;br /&gt;22. “We don’t get paid for activity, just for being right. As to how long we’ll wait, we’ll wait indefinitely.”&lt;br /&gt;23. “In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.”&lt;br /&gt;24. “The investor of today does not profit from yesterday’s growth.”&lt;br /&gt;25. “Someone’s sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-9047066286619034507?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/9047066286619034507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-25-all-time-warren-buffett-quotes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/9047066286619034507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/9047066286619034507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-25-all-time-warren-buffett-quotes.html' title='Top 25 All-Time Warren Buffett Quotes'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SqcXSBw4VPI/AAAAAAAACYc/45inld_Dx9Y/s72-c/MYQUOTES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-3028363964332099042</id><published>2009-09-09T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:42:42.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Health- Heart attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SW2XYAe1D5I/AAAAAAAAABk/Xg64hvZC8wQ/s1600-h/clip_image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291051575932161938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SW2XYAe1D5I/AAAAAAAAABk/Xg64hvZC8wQ/s320/clip_image001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart attacks and drinking warm waterThis is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal, but about &lt;a title="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" target="_blank"&gt;heart attacks&lt;/a&gt;. The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their &lt;a title="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" target="_blank"&gt;drinking&lt;/a&gt; habit while eating.For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you.! It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this "sludge" reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine . Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to &lt;a title="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" target="_blank"&gt;cancer&lt;/a&gt;. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.A serious note about heart attacks - You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting. Be aware of intense &lt;a title="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" target="_blank"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt; in the jaw line.You may never have the first &lt;a title="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-179.html" target="_blank"&gt;chest pain&lt;/a&gt; during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-3028363964332099042?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/3028363964332099042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/health-heart-attacks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3028363964332099042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3028363964332099042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/health-heart-attacks.html' title='Health- Heart attacks'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SW2XYAe1D5I/AAAAAAAAABk/Xg64hvZC8wQ/s72-c/clip_image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-8291121664552322873</id><published>2009-08-07T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:58:52.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH  -Medicine'/><title type='text'>Health Medicine-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make a Check list, check whether this medicine is in our home or whether it has recommended by our doctor... pls do not use it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Please Read Very Carefully -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;INFORM ALL YOUR FRIENDS &amp;amp; FAMILY MEMBERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India has become a dumping ground for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;banned drugs&lt;/span&gt;; also the business for production of banned drugs is booming.&lt;br /&gt;Plz make sure that u buy drugs only if prescribed by a doctor(Also, ask which company manufactures it, this would help to ensure that u get what is prescribed at the Drug Store) and that also from a reputed drug store. Not many people know about these banned drugs and consume them causing a lot of damage to themselves. Please Make sure u forward it everyone u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DANGEROUS DRUGS HAVE BEEN GLOBALLY DISCARDED BUT ARE AVAILABLE IN INDIA&lt;/span&gt; . The most common ones are&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;action 500 &amp;amp; Nimulid. PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE&lt;/span&gt; : cold and cough.. Reason for ban : stroke. Brand name : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vicks Action-500&lt;/span&gt; ____________ _________ _________ ____________ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANALGIN&lt;/span&gt;: This is a pain-killer. Reason for ban: Bone marrow depression. Brand name: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Novalgin&lt;/span&gt; ____________ _________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CISAPRIDE:&lt;/span&gt; Acidity, constipation. Reason for ban : irregular heartbeat Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ciza, Syspride&lt;/span&gt; ____________ _________ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DROPERIDOL:&lt;/span&gt; Anti-depressant. Reason for ban : Irregular heartbeat. Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Droperol &lt;/span&gt;____________ _________ _________ ____________ _________ _________ __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FURAZOLIDONE&lt;/span&gt;: Antidiarrhoeal. Reason for ban : Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Furoxone, Lomofen&lt;/span&gt; ____________ _________ _________ ____________ _________ _________ _ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIMESULIDE&lt;/span&gt;: Painkiller, fever. Reason for ban : Liver failure.&lt;br /&gt;Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nise, Nimulid ____________ _________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_________ ___________&lt;/span&gt;_ _________ _________ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NITROFURAZONE&lt;/span&gt;: Antibacterial cream. Reason for ban : Cancer. Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Furacin &lt;/span&gt;____________ _________ _________ ____________ _________ _________ ____________ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHENOLPHTHALEIN&lt;/span&gt;: Laxative. Reason for ban : Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agarol &lt;/span&gt;____________ _________ _________ ____________ _________ _________ ____________ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OXYPHENBUTAZONE&lt;/span&gt;: Non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug. Reason for ban : Bone marrow depression.&lt;br /&gt;Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sioril&lt;/span&gt; ____________ _________ _________ ____________ _________ _________ ___________ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIPERAZINE&lt;/span&gt;: Anti-worms. Reason for ban : Nerve damage.&lt;br /&gt;Brand name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piperazine&lt;/span&gt; ____________ _________ _________ ____________ _________ _________ ____________ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUINIODOCHLOR&lt;/span&gt;: Anti-diarrhoeal. Reason for ban : Damage to sight. Brand name: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enteroquinol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-8291121664552322873?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/8291121664552322873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/health-medicine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8291121664552322873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8291121664552322873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/health-medicine.html' title='Health Medicine-'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-201734496960866571</id><published>2009-07-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:10:58.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>A story - Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.In the middle of the room was a large round table.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.&lt;br /&gt;But the people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.&lt;br /&gt;'They then went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.&lt;br /&gt;The holy man said, "I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;""It is simple" said the Lord, "In this place the people have learned to feed one another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-201734496960866571?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/201734496960866571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-heaven-and-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/201734496960866571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/201734496960866571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-heaven-and-hell.html' title='A story - Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-5171121159413848781</id><published>2009-07-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:53:14.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever you wish for, your husband will get times ten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The woman said, "That's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"So, KAZAM-she's the most beautiful woman in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, KAZAM-she's the richest woman in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them. Attention female readers : This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Male readers :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife .&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story : Women are really smart ,not dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it only goes to show that women never listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Forward this to all the guys for a good laugh, and to all the ladies who have a good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-5171121159413848781?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/5171121159413848781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/5171121159413848781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/5171121159413848781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman.html' title='WOMAN'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-8021982646507030168</id><published>2009-07-13T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:37:16.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warren Buffet'/><title type='text'>Warren Buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There was a one hour interview on NBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are some very interesting aspects of his life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. He still lives in the same small three bedroom house in mid-town Omaha , that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence surrounding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;5. He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis. He has given his CEO's only two rules.&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 1: do not lose any of your share holder's money.&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time, after he gets home, is to make himself some pop corn and watch Television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His advice to young people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself and, remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A. Money doesn't create man but it is man who created money.&lt;br /&gt;B. Live your life as simple as you are.&lt;br /&gt;C. Don't do what others say, just listen to them, but do what you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;D. Don't go after brand name; just wear those things in which you feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;E. Don't waste your money on unnecessary things; rather spend on those who really are in need.&lt;br /&gt;F. It's your life; don't give others a chance to rule your life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-8021982646507030168?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/8021982646507030168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/warren-buffet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8021982646507030168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8021982646507030168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/warren-buffet.html' title='Warren Buffet'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4892451435244540744</id><published>2009-06-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:04:29.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Beautiful Stories'/><title type='text'>The doe who saved her husband's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZIpq9RxFrI/AAAAAAAACCw/KigSJOZutjg/s1600-h/imagesCAXBFL0Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301345529348822706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZIpq9RxFrI/AAAAAAAACCw/KigSJOZutjg/s320/imagesCAXBFL0Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a fine stag who ruled a herd of deers in a forest and it had a beautiful wife. The doe was very devoted to her husband and helped him in all matters of life.&lt;br /&gt;One day, the stag was caught in the trap of a hunter and the doe was very frightened as was the stag. All the friends of the stag left him. But the doe remained steadfast next to him and waited for the hunter to come. She was very devoted to her husband. As soon as the hunter came, she fell on his knees and begged, "Sir! please make a nice bed of leaves for me and my husband and then kill me first and then my husband and you can have a nice feast."&lt;br /&gt;The hunter was so amazed and surprised by her love, that he went to first free the stag before he prepared the bed of leaves, and in a split second, the stag and the doe ran after being free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral: Great love can achieve anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4892451435244540744?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4892451435244540744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/doe-who-saved-her-husbands-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4892451435244540744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4892451435244540744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/doe-who-saved-her-husbands-life.html' title='The doe who saved her husband&apos;s life'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SZIpq9RxFrI/AAAAAAAACCw/KigSJOZutjg/s72-c/imagesCAXBFL0Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6226056359172353670</id><published>2009-06-18T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:45:30.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Market'/><title type='text'>Good Trading Goals: Focus on what you can control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Alex at My Trader’s Journal got me thinking about objectives with his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="My Trader's Journal" href="http://mytradersjournal.com/stock-options/2009/01/08/2009-goals/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2009 Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; blog post. In it he discusses the goals he is thinking about setting for his trading this year. He’s got one or two things he talks about fixing in his trading moving ahead, but a big part of his thinking seems to be on performance.&lt;br /&gt;Performance based trading goalsI am not personally a big fan of traders making goals to achieve some given % return for the year (or any given timeframe). The simple reason for this is that whether you achieve your objective or not tends to be based on things out of your control. By that I mean for most traders the market is the biggest deciding factor in whether a given performance objective can be reached (or exceeded) than anything else. If the market just doesn’t provide the good opportunities you need, there really isn’t anything that can be done. In that case, missing the performance objective doesn’t come down to anything you could do or have done.&lt;br /&gt;The exception to that general rule is traders who have short-term strategies which produce a high trade frequency. That high trade volume tends to produce a higher level of performance consistency and predictability.&lt;br /&gt;Execution based trading goalsWhat I do like to see traders have is objectives based on execution of desired actions - things they can control. For most traders this often boils down to not doing something which has consistently proven detrimental to performance. Trading against the longer-term trend is an example of that. Not trading in the US afternoon might be another some forex traders would have. Or, to put them more positively, trading with the trend and trading in the more active times of the forex trading day.&lt;br /&gt;The idea here is to develop consistency of trading effort and execution. If you consistently do the things you should and avoid the things you shouldn’t, then the performance will tend to follow.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I used to tell my players when I was coaching: You cannot control what other people do or what external events may impact you along the way. You can only control your own mindset and efforts, and how you react to things. Focus on that and good things will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6226056359172353670?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6226056359172353670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-trading-goals-focus-on-what-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6226056359172353670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6226056359172353670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-trading-goals-focus-on-what-you.html' title='Good Trading Goals: Focus on what you can control'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6597762370294737247</id><published>2009-06-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:57:14.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>BEST LITTLE STORIES,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by -Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;An 80 year old man was standing in his house along with his 40 year's old highly educated son. Suddenly Old man saw two crows through their window.&lt;br /&gt; The Father asked his Son, "What is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"The Son replied "It is a crow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, "What is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff."It's a crow, a crow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Are you not able to understand this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated. I rather felt affection for my innocent child".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;        While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word; be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the Society today".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Say a prayer to GOD, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave. When I am old, I do not want my child to repeat the words when the crow perches on my window".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6597762370294737247?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6597762370294737247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-little-stories.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6597762370294737247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6597762370294737247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-little-stories.html' title='BEST LITTLE STORIES,'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-7604500222072634641</id><published>2009-06-01T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:42:26.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>WHAT HAPPENS IN HEAVEN...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post by  - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dream that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. Wewalked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'ThisIs the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to GOD said in prayerare Received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so manyangels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets andscraps from people all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The angel then said to me, 'This is the Packaging and DeliverySection. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for areprocessed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels workinghard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested andwere being packaged for delivery to Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at theDoor of a very small station To my great surprise, only one angel wasSeated there, idly doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 'This is the Acknowledgment Section,' My angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemedembarrassed 'How Is it that there is no work going on here?' I asked.'So sad,' the angel sighed. 'After people receive the blessings thatthey asked For, very few send back acknowledgments ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;''How does one acknowledge GOD's blessings?' I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Simple,' the angel answered. Just say, 'Thank you, GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;''What blessings should they acknowledge?' I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roofoverhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in adish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;''And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% inthe world who has that opportunity.'Also .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;' If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;''If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness ofimprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation .. You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;''If you can attend a Place of Worship without the fear of harassment,arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than,three billion people In the world .'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare ..''If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you'reunique to all those in doubt and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Ok, what now? How can I start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing inthat someone was thinking of you as very special and you are moreblessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read atall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass thisalong to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CC:Acknowledge Dept.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Thank you GOD, for giving me the ability to sharethis message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-7604500222072634641?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/7604500222072634641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7604500222072634641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7604500222072634641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-in-heaven.html' title='WHAT HAPPENS IN HEAVEN...???'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6185872426818140332</id><published>2009-05-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:23:13.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>A Little Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SY9C4gCBwBI/AAAAAAAACAo/Tgks8NJOMek/s1600-h/mustardseed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300528824876908562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SY9C4gCBwBI/AAAAAAAACAo/Tgks8NJOMek/s400/mustardseed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Magical Mustard Seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In her grief, she went to the holy man and asked, "What prayers, what magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her, "Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow. We will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life." The woman went off at once in search of that magical mustard seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;She came first to a splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and said, "I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. Is this such a place? It is very important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"They told her, "You've certainly come to the wrong place," and began to describe all the tragic things that recently had befallen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The woman said to herself, "Who is better able to help these poor, unfortunate people than I, who have had misfortune of my my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"She stayed to comfort them, then went on in search of a home that had never known sorrow. But wherever she turned, in hotels and in other places, she found one tale after another of sadness and misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The woman became so involved in helping others cope with their sorrows that she eventually let go of her own. She would later come to understand that it was the quest to find the magical mustard seed that drove away her suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6185872426818140332?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6185872426818140332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-story_8232.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6185872426818140332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6185872426818140332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-story_8232.html' title='A Little Story'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SY9C4gCBwBI/AAAAAAAACAo/Tgks8NJOMek/s72-c/mustardseed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-2492847689929233822</id><published>2009-05-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:20:16.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>The Answer To Every Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by - Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;An Essay by Christine Schaefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer to every question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why are we here? Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Where do we come from? Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How do we create world peace? Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It may sound overly simplistic to the modern human being, since we are want to analyze andlook for complex answers to questions. We don’t believe that life is simple and the answers to its problems can also be simple: love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In truth, what are anger, sadness, pain but the soul’sdesire for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If we learn to love ourselves without reservation, and to love the world in the same way, the answer is simple. It is impossible, when filled with love, to be aggressive or hate-filled or violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When we know that we are beautiful and wonderful, we see the world through those eyes. We see the beauty and wonder in all things around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;             We don’t need to look outside ourselves for the love we seek. It has been there all along. It is the voice of our self-esteem. It is our anger saying, ‘hey this is not right for me. I don’t want this in my life any longer.’     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Self-love is saying no to abuse and betrayal. It is wanting the very best for yourself and accepting only that in your life. It is healing the wounds that you have carried all your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Self-love is walking away from those who mistreat you, knowing that you deserve better. It is taking the risk to pursue the career that will bring you joy. It is listening to your own inner voice – the one that will always guide you to what is best. It is trusting in yourself completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Self-love is following that little voice within that says, ‘ooh I want to do that today.’ Sometimes it means ignoring the voice of 'shoulds' and 'have-tos.' It is believing that, when you seek what you desire and fill yourself with joy, you will also be spreading that joy to those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love will fill you up so you will know there is nothing missing in your life.Love will lead you to every answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-2492847689929233822?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/2492847689929233822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/answer-to-every-question.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2492847689929233822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2492847689929233822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/answer-to-every-question.html' title='The Answer To Every Question'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-3858742306920639580</id><published>2009-05-14T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:26:44.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>IF A DOG WERE YOUR TEACHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by- Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a dog were your teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;These are some of the lessons you might learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When loved ones come home, always run to greet them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your faceto be pure ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When it's in your best interest practice obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Let others know when they've invaded your territory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Take naps and stretch before rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Run romp and play daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thrive on attention and let people touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On warm days stop to lie on your back on the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On hot days drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you're happy dance around and wag your entire body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No matter how often you're scoldeddon't buy into the guilt thing and poutrun right back and make friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Delight in the simple joy of a long walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eat with gusto and enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stop when you have had enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Be loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Never pretend to be something you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If what you want lies buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dig until you find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When someone is having a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;be silent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;........sit close by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;....and nuzzle them gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-3858742306920639580?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/3858742306920639580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-dog-were-your-teacher.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3858742306920639580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3858742306920639580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-dog-were-your-teacher.html' title='IF A DOG WERE YOUR TEACHER'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-7468806395283205068</id><published>2009-05-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:48:47.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world&apos;s most beautiful collection'/><title type='text'>I Am Powerful!  (Essay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am very powerful!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I set my mind on having, I will have.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I decide to be, I will be.&lt;br /&gt;The evidence is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;The power of my will has brought me precisely to where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have made the choices. I have held the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the actions to create my current reality.&lt;br /&gt;And I have the power to change it into whatever I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;With the choices I make, I am constantly fulfilling the vision I have for my life.&lt;br /&gt;If that does not seem to be the case --&lt;br /&gt;then I am deceiving myself about what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;Because what I really, truly want, I will get!&lt;br /&gt;What I truly wanted in the past, I already have.&lt;br /&gt;If I want to build a billion-dollar business, I will take the actions necessary to do it.&lt;br /&gt;If I want to sit comfortably watching TV night after night --&lt;br /&gt;I will take the actions necessary for that.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be disappointed in my results --&lt;br /&gt;they’re just the outward manifestation of my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure of what I truly want,&lt;br /&gt;because I am sure to get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-7468806395283205068?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/7468806395283205068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-powerful-essay.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7468806395283205068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7468806395283205068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-powerful-essay.html' title='I Am Powerful!  (Essay)'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-8528384744610695974</id><published>2009-05-07T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:28:41.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>Love, Wealth and Success - Best Little Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said, "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "Is the man of the house home?" they asked. "No", she said. "He's out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. "Go tell them I am home and invite them in," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in. "We do not go into a house together," they replied. "Why is that?" she wanted to know. One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;" The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!" he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The woman went out and asked the three old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other two also got up and followed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, why are you coming in?" The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-8528384744610695974?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/8528384744610695974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-wealth-and-success-best-little.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8528384744610695974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8528384744610695974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-wealth-and-success-best-little.html' title='Love, Wealth and Success - Best Little Story'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-7571714298755498672</id><published>2009-05-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:28:25.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>The Best -Chanakya - Niti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by- Sumit Aggarwal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sf7etMGAesI/AAAAAAAACX8/gYi9NJ1fkAo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331943876775148226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sf7etMGAesI/AAAAAAAACX8/gYi9NJ1fkAo/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and honest people are screwed first.”&lt;br /&gt;“Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody! It will destroy you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no Friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, what the results might be and will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once you start working on something, don’t be afraid of failure and don’t abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whores don’t live in company of poor men, citizens never support a weak company and birds don’t build nests on a tree that doesn’t bear fruits.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is your temple.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man is great by deeds, not by birth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such friendships will never give you any happiness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-7571714298755498672?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/7571714298755498672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-chanakya-niti.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7571714298755498672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7571714298755498672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-chanakya-niti.html' title='The Best -Chanakya - Niti'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sf7etMGAesI/AAAAAAAACX8/gYi9NJ1fkAo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-8428499139714440636</id><published>2009-05-02T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:53:54.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOGA'/><title type='text'>Time, yoga and yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by- P.Holani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who ever seems to have enough time? And yet, time can widen to accommodate our needs. All it takes is a few moments to slow down and become m&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyHk57m_mI/AAAAAAAACX0/sB5XwRsxws0/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331285126995705442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyHk57m_mI/AAAAAAAACX0/sB5XwRsxws0/s400/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ore present and mindful. Time can be like an accordion, expanding and contracting, but it will expand the more we are able to be deeply present in each moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Try this soothing meditation whenever you feel stressed for time. Get comfortable and close your eyes. Breathe… Settle into the present, for this is where all life really takes place. Each moment carries you into the next… Each moment different from the one before -- alive anew, fresh experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feel yourself settling down and relaxing in to the present -- welcoming the moment -- completely present, letting go of what was or what might be, being in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyFUjk3k1I/AAAAAAAACXs/MCr7MYHS494/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282647093580626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyFUjk3k1I/AAAAAAAACXs/MCr7MYHS494/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Breathe… your breath can always keep you present… just as gravity holds all in Earth's embrace. The present is the gravity that holds us in time's embrace… When you breathe, relax. Time carries you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Imagine moving through your life fully present in each moment; as you open to each moment, each moment expands and opens to you -- welcomes you. Each moment carrying you to the next -- welcoming life… Only in present time can life be appreciated … Let go into the embrace of present time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Breathe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Each time you exhale, you settle into the present -- even more than before. Share in the presence of breath, of energy … Simply be with your breath. With each breath you settle more and more into the present… more of you settles. All of you present. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyExTUejHI/AAAAAAAACXk/LHR3di94EQg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282041434442866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyExTUejHI/AAAAAAAACXk/LHR3di94EQg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whole. Be aware of your exhalations. Follow your exhalations. Imagine following your exhalations moving out from your body . . Breath moves out into the expanses of space. Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Follow your breath. Imagine that your exhalations carry you into the expanses of space. Imagine it. Each time you exhale your horizons extend further and further. Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Follow your exhalations… Horizons expand--lots of space, infinite space… Breathe. Follow your breath… Quiet… Expansive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So expansive… There is room for anything, room for everything. Follow your breath into the infinity of space. Quiet… Expansive…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just as there is lots of space, experience how there is lots of time--all the time you need… As you follow your breath, experience the broadening of time… Sense how this is. You have all the time in the world--you always do… As you rest in breath, feel time open up… With each exhalation you settle into the present… Openness happens… Breath opens. Space opens… Time opens… With each exhalation, time and space expand out as you settle in. Sense this… Witness how as breath opens, space opens; time opens… Relax into time … Time carries you. Relax into it… lots and lots of time … All the time you need. It is true. In the present, time is infinite. Inhabit time. Don't chase it. Relax into it… It carries you. Time brings the gift of the future. Time holds the past. Time is a gift. Be friendly to it… Time carries you; relax into it. You needn't chase after it or try to get ahead of it. Relax into it and it supports you, carries you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time is generous. &lt;/span&gt;You always have all the time you need. It is true. In the present, time is infinite… In the present there is room for life. The present is where life lives… As you exhale, send your breath to those place in your life that feel cramped… Imagine that your breath opens space there… Lots and lots of space. Expansive. Breathe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Vivek Nigam - Obesity Specialist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-8428499139714440636?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/8428499139714440636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-yoga-and-yourself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8428499139714440636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8428499139714440636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-yoga-and-yourself.html' title='Time, yoga and yourself'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SfyHk57m_mI/AAAAAAAACX0/sB5XwRsxws0/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-644524816214262313</id><published>2009-04-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:07:01.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>Testing Life-  LITTLE STORIES,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sent by -Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anthony De Mello -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Before the young man began his studies, he wanted assurance from the Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Can you teach me the goal of human life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;""I cannot," replied the Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Or at least its meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;""I cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;""Can you indicate to me the nature of death and of life beyond the grave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;""I cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"The young man walked away in scorn. The disciples were dismayed that their Master had been shown up in a poor light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Said the Master soothingly, "Of what is it to comprehend life's nature and life's meaning if you have never tasted it? I'd rather you ate your pudding than speculated on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Related Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves... Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you will not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inspirationpeak.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?search=Rainer+Maria+Rilke"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-644524816214262313?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/644524816214262313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/testing-life-little-stories.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/644524816214262313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/644524816214262313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/testing-life-little-stories.html' title='Testing Life-  LITTLE STORIES,'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-8276539895434282681</id><published>2009-04-28T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:01:01.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remember This One?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know - the Earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the Earth. This we know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Chief Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 . How generous you are, Earth, and how strong is your yearning for your children lost between that which they have attained and that which they could not obtain. We clamor and you smile; we flit but you stay! We extract your elements to make cannons and bombs, but out of our elements you create lilies and roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran, 1883-1931&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese Poet and Philosopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="a37" href="http://find.inspirationpeak.com/t/12692459/88137745/997111/0/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="a38" href="http://find.inspirationpeak.com/t/12692459/88137745/997114/0/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-8276539895434282681?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/8276539895434282681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8276539895434282681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/8276539895434282681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day,'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6754507859222701243</id><published>2009-04-27T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:39:14.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>The Best- Every DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Every day can be a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look around you&lt;br /&gt;And think about all of the wonderful things you have&lt;br /&gt;To be thankful for.......the sunshine, roses, laughter, close friends, family, music, &amp;amp; beautiful dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm is never half as bad as it seems. Don’t let the rain ruin your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dark clouds move in just smile, because the good times are on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6754507859222701243?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6754507859222701243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-every-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6754507859222701243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6754507859222701243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-every-day.html' title='The Best- Every DAY'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4097631639414955828</id><published>2009-04-24T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:53:20.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>"THE BOY AND THE APPLE TREE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Shruti Aggarwal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no Longer played around the tree every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.” Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.” I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.” I want toys. I need money to buy them.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money. The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited. “Come and play with me” the tree said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;” Come and play with me!” the tree said.” I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.” Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy. So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. Finally, the man returned after many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree said. “No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the man replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now” the man said.” I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest. The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late. May GOD forgive us of our shortcomings and may He guide us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4097631639414955828?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4097631639414955828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-and-apple-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4097631639414955828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4097631639414955828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-and-apple-tree.html' title='&quot;THE BOY AND THE APPLE TREE&quot;'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4485108835931397087</id><published>2009-04-21T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:45:19.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST IMAGES (PHOTO)'/><title type='text'>Nothing is  impossible  in life !!! SEE......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Se2biHpfFQI/AAAAAAAACXc/QnY4wCChKkU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327084944720073986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Se2biHpfFQI/AAAAAAAACXc/QnY4wCChKkU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21 yrs back in his grandma's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Se2biDirbLI/AAAAAAAACXU/T_GEbc0DpGY/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327084943617780914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Se2biDirbLI/AAAAAAAACXU/T_GEbc0DpGY/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;From one of the poorest family's chair to the most powerful chair in the world.....!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&gt;Hmmm.......Very rightly my philosophy of life revolves around the three letters "Never Say Die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4485108835931397087?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4485108835931397087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-is-impossible-in-life-see.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4485108835931397087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4485108835931397087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-is-impossible-in-life-see.html' title='Nothing is  impossible  in life !!! SEE......'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Se2biHpfFQI/AAAAAAAACXc/QnY4wCChKkU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6353670579991169933</id><published>2009-04-18T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:47:59.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>The Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We should all wake up excited each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Remind yourself of the following each morning. And you will be a much happier person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can complain because the weather is rain yor...I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or...I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely And guide me away from waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can grumble about my health or...I can rejoice in that I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me.When I was growing up or...I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can cry because roses have thornsor...I can celebrate that thorns have roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can mourn my lack of friends or...I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can whine because I have to go to work or...I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can complain because I have to goto school or...Eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do house work or...I can appreciate that I have a place to call home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to beshaped.And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What today will be like is up to me.I get to choose what kind of day I will have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I choose to have a fantastic day! What do you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6353670579991169933?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6353670579991169933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/best.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6353670579991169933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6353670579991169933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/best.html' title='The Best...'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6257286226786452452</id><published>2009-04-18T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:01:07.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>Do Must..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“If you feel depressed , sing.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel sad, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel ill , double your labor.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel fear , plunge ahead.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel,inferior wear new garments.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel uncertain ,raise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel poverty ,think of wealth to come.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel incompetent ,think of past success.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel insignificant ,remember your goals.&lt;br /&gt;Today be the master of your emotions.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6257286226786452452?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6257286226786452452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-must.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6257286226786452452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6257286226786452452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-must.html' title='Do Must..............'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-3012815576793400069</id><published>2009-04-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:53:48.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>7 Ways To Increase Your Daily Water Intake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SeI6j3BRcOI/AAAAAAAACXI/N1NBsSgaYM4/s1600-h/daily-water-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323882097244467426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SeI6j3BRcOI/AAAAAAAACXI/N1NBsSgaYM4/s320/daily-water-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 70% of the human body is made up of water. This is why water is essential for the proper functioning of our bodies. It is said that everyone should try and drink at least 8 glasses of water everyday. However, even though we all know this, how many of us actually drink our daily quota of water? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people find it difficult to drink a lot of water mainly due to two reasons - either they don't feel thirsty enough, or they simply do not have a ‘taste' for water. If you don't feel thirsty enough, hours can pass without you drinking any water and you wouldn't even realize it. Thus, the only way to increase your water intake would be to actually keep a bottle of water with you at all times and drink one glass every hour, on the hour&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who don't drink enough water because they don't like its taste (or should we say the lack of taste), then here are some ways in which you can make water a lot tastier and thus increase your daily intake.7 Ways To Add Taste To Water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1. Squeeze a lime into the water: No, you don't have to go through the trouble of making lemonade every time you want to drink water, but simply squeezing a lime into it will also help to make water a lot more palatable. However, if you have high blood pressure, you may want to ask your doctor before adding lime to your water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2 . Fresh fruit water: Ok, so you've heard of fresh fruit juice, but what exactly is fresh fruit water? Well, adding a few slices of fresh fruit to a glass of water is a great way to enhance its taste. A slice or two of orange, a couple of cut strawberries, or even some crushed watermelon can make your water a lot tastier. Fresh mint leaves and cucumber also enhance the taste of water considerably and is very refreshing to drink too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3. Sparkling water: If regular plain water does not tickle your taste buds, you can try sparking bubbly water instead. Natural mineral water has a slight zing to it, which makes the water a lot easier to drink for some people, while at the same time giving you the additional benefits of the minerals too. Try it; it might just be the thing you were looking for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4. Add some juice to your water: You've heard of diluting your juices with water, right? Well, this is the other way around. You don't add little water to juice, but add little juice to your water. The taste improves a great deal and you also get the added benefit of the vitamins and antioxidants present in the fruit juice. No additional sugar please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;5. Flavoured ice cubes: A lot of people find that they can drink more water if they add a couple of ice cubes to it. If that's the case with you too, you can try adding flavoured ice cubes to your water instead of plain ice cubes. Just add a few drops of your preferred flavouring to water when you freeze it. Alternatively, you can also add some tea or coffee to water and then use these flavoured ice cubes in your water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;6. Green tea: Drinking beverages such as tea, coffee, fruit juices etc does not count towards your daily water requirements. However, when you drink water that has been steeped with green tea, it still counts towards your daily water intake. Essentially, what you're drinking is mildly flavoured warm water, with the awesome benefits of green tea of course. Just remember not to add any sugar or milk to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;7. Clear soups: If you are not too fond of sweet things but your palate leans towards the salty instead, you can increase your water intake by drinking clear soups. You can either make a vegetable clear soup, or make a light broth with chicken or lamb instead. You could also add flavoured soup cubes to make your water more drinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-3012815576793400069?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/3012815576793400069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-ways-to-increase-your-daily-water.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3012815576793400069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3012815576793400069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-ways-to-increase-your-daily-water.html' title='7 Ways To Increase Your Daily Water Intake'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SeI6j3BRcOI/AAAAAAAACXI/N1NBsSgaYM4/s72-c/daily-water-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-1834587732932107449</id><published>2009-04-06T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:56:57.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>10 Great Quotes from 10 Great Business People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contributed By - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1. Jim Rohn - “Formal education will make you a living; self education will make you a fortune.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Henry Ford -“Paying attention to simple little things that most men neglect makes a few men rich.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walt Disney -“All our dreams can come true,if we have the courage to pursue them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Peter Drucker -“Business has only two functions - marketing and innovation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Edwin H. Stuart -“Men who do things without being told draw the most wages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vincent Lombardi -“Winning is a habit. Unfortunately so is losing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 J.PAUL GETTY -“To succeed in business, to reach the top, an individual must know all it is possible to know about that business.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sam Walton-“High expectations are the key to everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Steve Jobs-“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Warren Buffett- I like to shoot fish in a barrel. But I like to do it after the water has run out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-1834587732932107449?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/1834587732932107449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-great-quotes-from-10-great-business.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/1834587732932107449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/1834587732932107449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-great-quotes-from-10-great-business.html' title='10 Great Quotes from 10 Great Business People'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-9063346948781856600</id><published>2009-03-27T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:59:05.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ashley Smith Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;American Author and Speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-9063346948781856600?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/9063346948781856600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/9063346948781856600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/9063346948781856600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_27.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-3130893629688179160</id><published>2009-03-24T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:04:57.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best'/><title type='text'>ALWAYS APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Shikha Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;A married lady was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For many months she had admired a beautiful diamond ring in a showroom, and knowing her husband could afford it, she told him that was all she wanted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her birthday approached, this lady awaited signs that her husband had purchased the diamond ring. Finally, on the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into his study room. Her husband told her how proud he was to have such a good wife, and told her how much he loved her. He handed her a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the wife's name embossed in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo..com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo..com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Angrily, she raised her voice to her husband and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible? And stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the lady was very successful in business.. She managed to settle for a more beautiful house and a wonderful family, but realized her ex-husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should go to visit him. She had not seen him for many years. But before she could make arrangements, she received a telegram telling her that her ex-husband had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care of things.&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;When she arrived at her ex-husband's house, sudden sadness and regret filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as she had left it years before.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, "And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?&lt;br /&gt;"As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it -- the same diamond ring which she saw at the showroom. On the tag was the date of her birth, and the words...'LUV U ALWAYS'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo..com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo..com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;How many times do we miss God's blessings, because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Pass it on to others.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IF YOUR GIFT IS NOT PACKAGED THE WAY YOU WANT IT, IT'S BECAUSE IT IS BETTER PACKAGED THE WAY IT IS! ALWAYS APPRECIATE LITTLE THINGS; THEY USUALLY LEAD YOU TO BIGGER THINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/join/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They must be felt with the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                                                         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-3130893629688179160?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/3130893629688179160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-appreciate-little-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3130893629688179160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3130893629688179160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-appreciate-little-things.html' title='ALWAYS APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-7891032473306782035</id><published>2009-03-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:03:52.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you do not ask yourself what it is you know, you will go on listening to others and change will not come because you will not hear your own truth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-7891032473306782035?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/7891032473306782035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7891032473306782035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7891032473306782035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_18.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4109222193487414601</id><published>2009-03-15T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:17:22.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management Funda'/><title type='text'>ध्यान करिए और खुश रहिए</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Sumit Aggarwal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;    मैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; इन दिनों स्वामी बोधानंद लिखित पुस्तक ‘द गीता एंड मैनेजमेंट’ पढ़ रहा हूं। इसके अलावा पिछले सप्ताह मुंबई में मैंने ब्रह्मकुमारी द्वारा प्रस्तुत एक रूसी बैले के कार्यक्रम में हिस्सा भी लिया। इसी सप्ताह मेरी पत्नी श्री श्री रविशंकर के आर्ट ऑफ लिविंग से जुड़े एक कार्यक्रम में भाग लेने गई। उक्त तीन अलग-अलग कार्यक्रमों में एक समानता सामने आई। कोई एक ऐसी चीज है, जो इन्हें आपस में जोड़ने का काम करती है।&lt;br /&gt;किताब के मुताबिक ध्यान इस व्यस्त जिंदगी में किसी इंसान को शांतचित्त और रचनात्मक बने रहने में मदद करता है। हर रोज ध्यान करने वाले न सिर्फ अच्छा स्वास्थ्य हासिल करते हैं, बल्कि उनका दिमाग भी तेज चलता है। इससे भी महत्वपूर्ण उनके भीतर अपने आसपास के लोगों के साथ सौहार्दपूर्ण वातावरण में रहने की इच्छी बलवती होती जाती है।&lt;br /&gt;इस किताब में आगे बताया गया है कि नियमित ध्यान करने वाला कभी थकता भी नहीं है, हमेशा प्रेरित रहता है और लगातार किए जा रहे काम पर अपना फोकस बनाए रखता है। नियमित रूप से सुबह-शाम सिर्फ बीस मिनट ध्यान करने से ही अपेक्षित बदलाव आ सकते हैं। ब्रह्मकुमारी के कार्यक्रम में एक किस्से के जरिये बताया गया कि किस तरह हम अपने मन-मस्तिष्क पर बाहरी घटनाओं का प्रभाव पड़ने से रोक सकते हैं।&lt;br /&gt;इसमें बताया गया कि नियमित रूप से कुछ घंटे राजयोग करने से खुशहाली हासिल की जा सकती है। दिन के चौबीस घंटे खुश रहना तो विद्यमान हालातों में संभव नहीं है, अत: राजयोग के जरिए पहले पहल कुछ घंटे खुशी हासिल कर सकते हैं। धीरे-धीरे यह अवधि बढ़ाई जा सकती है। वहां बताया गया कि अपने दिमाग पर नियंत्रण स्थापित कर और उसे दुनियावी बुराईयों की तरफ भटकने से रोककर हम ऐसा संभव कर सकते हैं।&lt;br /&gt;चूंकि मेरी पत्नी श्री श्री रविशंकर के कार्यक्रम में भाग लेकर आई थीं, तो मैंने उनमें कई सकारात्मक बदलाव देखे। मैंने पाया कि अब वह हमारी किशोरवय बेटी को आसानी से संभाल सकती हैं।&lt;br /&gt;जिन घरों में किशोरवय बच्चे होते हैं, वह इस बात को आसानी से समझ सकते हैं। फंडा यह है कि उक्त तीनों घटनाओं से पता चलता है कि नियमित ध्यान करने वाला कभी थकता नहीं है, हमेशा प्रेरित रहता है और वह पूर्णता का अहसास कर खुश भी रहता है। इसे एक बार करके देखने में क्या हर्ज है! आखिर इस कवायद से सिर्फ सकारात्मक चीजें ही तो मिलने वाली हैं, वह भी बगैर किसी साइड इफैक्ट के। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By - एन. रघुरामन &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4109222193487414601?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4109222193487414601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4109222193487414601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4109222193487414601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='ध्यान करिए और खुश रहिए'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-2393017230750269564</id><published>2009-03-06T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:27:51.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAMPS-Miniature Sheets'/><title type='text'>INDIA - Miniature Sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SbFat0i7P9I/AAAAAAAACRw/5pJUKNiYCvw/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310125178892271570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SbFat0i7P9I/AAAAAAAACRw/5pJUKNiYCvw/s200/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;001-Nov 14, 1973 ........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indipex 73' India Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;002-Apr 15, 1975 ..........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003-Oct 10, 1974............ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPU Centenary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004-Jun 16, 1987 .........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'India 89' world philatelic exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005-Oct 15, 1987 ...........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'India 89' world philatelic exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006-Oct 2, 1995 ..........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007-May 10, 1996 ............&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himalayan Ecology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008-Dec 15, 1997.......... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/miniatures1.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;009-Apr 07, 2000 -----------&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indepex Asiana 2000 Asian International Philatelic Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010-Aug 24, 2000..........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indepex Asiana 2000 Asian International Philatelic Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011-Dec 11. 2000 .........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gems &amp;amp; jewellery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indepex Asiana 2000 Asian International Philatelic Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012-Apr 16, 2002 ...........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indian Railways150 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013-Apr 26, 2002 ..........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India Japan Joint Issue &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;014Oct 30, 2002 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mangroves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015Nov 15, 2002 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Handicrafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016Feb 05, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Centenary of Man's First Flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017Apr 07, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Medicinal Plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018May 15, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Golden Voices of Yesteryears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019Mau 29, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Conquest of Mount Everest, 50 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020Jun 19, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chennai Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021Oct 03, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022Nov 12, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023Nov 29, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;India France Joint Issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024Dec 22, 2003 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sangeet Natak Akademi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025Apr 25, 2004 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;INS Tarangini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026Jun 28, 2004 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trignometrical Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027Oct 04, 2004 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;India Post 150 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028Oct 24, 2004 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indian Army in UN Peacekeeping Forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029Nov 28, 2004 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Agra Fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030Dec 16, 2004 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031Mar 24, 2005 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Flora &amp;amp; Fauna of North East India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032Apr 05, 2005 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mahatma Gandhi's March to Dandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033Oct 18, 2005 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Letter Box - India Post 150 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034Apr 12, 2006 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;India Cyprus joint Issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035May 29, 2006 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kurinji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036Sep 11, 2006 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;India Mongolia Joint Issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037Oct 5, 2006 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Endangered Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038Nov 14, 2006 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Children's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039Dec 13, 2006 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sandalwood Scented Stamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040Feb 7, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Roses Scented Stamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041Feb 27, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fairs of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042 -Mar 8, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Women's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043 -May 2, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044- Aug 09, 2007&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2007/ms044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1857 First War of Independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045 -Aug 17, 2007&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/pix/ms045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Landmark Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046 October 2, 2007&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Satyagraha Centenary Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047 -October 8, 2007&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/pss/2007-ps/ms047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Indian Air Force 75 Years ......... Rs 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048 - Oct 14, 2007&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2007/ms048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4th CISM Military World Games ....Rs 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049- Nov 14, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2007/ms049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children's Day .......Rs 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050- Nov 22, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2007/ms050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renewable Energy....... Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051- Jan 02, 2008 Butterflies &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Andaman &amp;amp; Nicobar Islands ...... Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052- March 18, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/pixcards/ms052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Madhubala ........Rs 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053-Apr 26, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(44)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jasmine .........Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054- May 17, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aga Khan Foundtion .......Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055- July 11, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2008/ms055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;India China Joint Issue ........Rs 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056-Aug 02, 2008&lt;br /&gt;This item is Not Yet Available for Sale&lt;br /&gt;at the Post officesAldabra Giant Tortoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057- Aug 08, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(87)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games of 29th Olympiad .........Rs 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 -8Aug 12, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms058.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(87)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coast Guard ..............Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059- Oct 7, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(145)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Festivals of India.............. Rs 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060- Oct 12, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2008/ms060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd Commonwealth Youth Games Pune......... Rs 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061-Oct 13, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2008/ms061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philately Day .........Rs 15 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062-Oct 18, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2008/ms062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Delhi 2010 19th Commonwealth&lt;br /&gt;Games .............Rs 20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063-Nov 14, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children's Day .........Rs 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064-Nov 16, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saint Alphonsa ............Rs 20 (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065-Nov 27, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel National&lt;br /&gt;Police Academy Hyderabad......... Rs 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066- Dec 14, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2008/ms066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indian Institute of Science ........Rs 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067-Dec 22, 2008&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/2008/ms067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BrahMos Missile .............Rs 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068Jan 28, 2009 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampsofindia.com/lists/stamps/ms/ms068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heritage Monuments Preservation&lt;br /&gt;by INTACH .............Rs 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPICES OF INDIA &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanleygibbons.com/home/index.asp?afx=A67CBBD5-9A84-461C-8076-C61E10849BAD"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-2393017230750269564?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/2393017230750269564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/miniature-sheets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2393017230750269564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2393017230750269564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/miniature-sheets.html' title='INDIA - Miniature Sheets'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SbFat0i7P9I/AAAAAAAACRw/5pJUKNiYCvw/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4208524585627743732</id><published>2009-03-03T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:21:59.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LITTLE STORIES'/><title type='text'>The Dream  -A Beautiful Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed By - Shikha Aggarwal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He gently opened his eyes and the warm sun beat upon his face. He lay among the soft caress of the grass and a gentle wind embraced him. His father sat underneath a tree a few feet way beside the babbling brook.&lt;br /&gt;"You are awake," his father smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"I fell asleep dad."&lt;br /&gt;"You did my son.&lt;br /&gt;""I had a dream dad.&lt;br /&gt;"His father rose and sat beside him. "Do you want to tell me about it?&lt;br /&gt;""It was so real dad. I dreamt of missiles falling from the sky and little kids, even younger than I getting killed and maimed. The world was in a bad state. Millions were poor dad, not even with enough to eat. There were homeless people and destitute. There were huge storms and hurricanes and all types of disasters happening. People were fighting all of the time � over land, possessions, oil and money. Rainforests were dying dad and animals of all types were in danger and the earth was actually heating up! And I dreamt of growing up in this world and I was having happy times and sad times. And I lived a life dad. I did! I had a wife and kids and it was crazy fast you know. Everything went so quickly. And I felt so much. I was scared, full of joy, there was fear and hope. And so many times I felt helpless. And a lot of the time I felt so lonely. Worst of all dad, I didn't know where you were. I kinda knew you were there somewhere and I kept calling out for you. In fact sometimes I gave up hope and told myself that you didn't exist at all. But deep down I had a feeling you were somewhere. As I grew older I stopped searching for you out there and started looking within. Which was strange really but I kinda felt you were a part of me dad just as I was a part of you. It was full on dad and then I just woke up!&lt;br /&gt;"His father looked at him with love in his wise eyes. "That�s some dream son!"&lt;br /&gt;"How long was I asleep dad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmm perhaps 5 minutes... not much more."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! All of that in 5 minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;The son looked knowingly at his dad for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad that was my first dream."&lt;br /&gt;"I know son... and your last... if you so choose."&lt;br /&gt;"Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes my son?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know I was dreaming?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;"The son reflected on this for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;"So dad, during the bad parts of the dream did you know I was suffering?"&lt;br /&gt;"My son, you may have appeared to be suffering in the dream but were always perfectly safe with me here.&lt;br /&gt;""You could have woken me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I could, but I didn't. You would have woken with a start. It would have been a little frightening for you that way. You gently came out of the dream yourself. You choose to enter the dream state. It is best if you choose to exit.&lt;br /&gt;"The son stretched out on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad?&lt;br /&gt;""Yes my son.&lt;br /&gt;""I love you.&lt;br /&gt;""I know my child. We are love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By- Diarmuid Cronin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4208524585627743732?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4208524585627743732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-beautiful-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4208524585627743732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4208524585627743732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-beautiful-story.html' title='The Dream  -A Beautiful Story'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-7049834277825808433</id><published>2009-03-03T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:23:49.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by Shikha Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Use every letter you write, every conversation you have, every meeting you attend, to express your fundamental beliefs and dreams. Affirm to others the vision of the world you want. You are a free, immensely powerful source of life and goodness. Affirm it. Spread it. Radiate it. Think day and night about it and you will see a miracle happen: the greatness of your own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Robert Muller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Former Assistant Secretary General of the United Nations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-7049834277825808433?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/7049834277825808433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7049834277825808433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/7049834277825808433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-572549082044936283</id><published>2009-03-01T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:25:28.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Market'/><title type='text'>Share Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by - Sumit Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you want to know where a market is going, all you have to do is this.(He threw his charts on the floor and jumped up on his desk.) Look atit, it will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sasb1CNH1ZI/AAAAAAAACOE/oOl_aXJ7e4A/s1600-h/stock-market_~k0390677.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308367183725188498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sasb1CNH1ZI/AAAAAAAACOE/oOl_aXJ7e4A/s200/stock-market_~k0390677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tell you!-Jack Boyd as told by Larry Hite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you diversify, control your risk, and go with the trend, it just hasto work.-Larry Hite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest public fallacy is that the market is always right. Themarket is nearly always wrong. I can assure you of that.-JamesB. Rogers, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be aware of change. Buy change. You should be willing to buy orsell anything. So many people say, “I could never buy that kindof stock.”-James B. Rogers, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychological factor for investing has 5 areas. These includea well-rounded personal life, a positive attitude, the motivation to makemoney, lack of conflict [such as psychological hang ups about success],and responsibility for results.-Dr. Van K. Tharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization that you are responsible for your results is the keyto successful investing. Winners know they are responsible for their results; losers think they are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Van K. Tharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-572549082044936283?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/572549082044936283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/share-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/572549082044936283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/572549082044936283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/share-market.html' title='Share Market'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sasb1CNH1ZI/AAAAAAAACOE/oOl_aXJ7e4A/s72-c/stock-market_~k0390677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-2198399850808796615</id><published>2009-03-01T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:27:43.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOGA'/><title type='text'>Auspicious pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SarAltmQGfI/AAAAAAAACN8/-JrCdlcRpM4/s1600-h/263_h19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308266864937277938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SarAltmQGfI/AAAAAAAACN8/-JrCdlcRpM4/s200/263_h19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Shikha Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sit a simple, cross-legged pose.Adjust your feet: place your right sole against the left thigh.Using your hands, pull up the left foot, so the left sole is now against the right thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;If you feel the ankle bones on shin, just place a small towel in between to cushion the contact.You may find it comfortable to sit on a small cushion or a rolled up Yoga mat.Sit with the back erect for a few minutes, with eyes shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Avoid: all such cross-legged poses if having a severe lower back problem or knee pain.Benefits:&lt;br /&gt;This cuts off the blood flow to the legs and redirects it to the brain, calming it tremendously.Is soothing for those who have been on their feet for long.Relieves fluid retention.Is a powerful distressed pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-2198399850808796615?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/2198399850808796615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/auspicious-pose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2198399850808796615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2198399850808796615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/auspicious-pose.html' title='Auspicious pose'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SarAltmQGfI/AAAAAAAACN8/-JrCdlcRpM4/s72-c/263_h19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-3459576221932761908</id><published>2009-03-01T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:29:58.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Remedies to Sore throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq9AJCySOI/AAAAAAAACNs/ekjSHULYq_0/s1600-h/neckache_~k0322075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262920934803682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq9AJCySOI/AAAAAAAACNs/ekjSHULYq_0/s200/neckache_~k0322075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by - Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A sore throat usually means you have a cold or the flu. Is can also be caused by dry air, pollution, or simply hooting and hollering too loud at a football game. When you are sick of course it may take a few days before your throat is entirely back to normal. But there are many ways to get quick relief.Have a soothing gargle: this is very effective traditional remedy. Add a tea spoon of salt to a cup of warm water and gargle away.Pause for a moment of silence: giving your voice a rest will help ease a sore throat by reducing strain on the vocal cords.Breathe soothing moisture: breathing in moisture – either by taking a long steamy shower or simply plugging in a humidifier will help protect to delicate linings inside the throat and make them less irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reach for tea and honey: any warm beverage can make a sore throat feel better, but tea is especially good because it contains compounds called tannins, which can ease the irritation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-3459576221932761908?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/3459576221932761908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/remedies-to-sore-throat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3459576221932761908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/3459576221932761908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/remedies-to-sore-throat.html' title='Remedies to Sore throat'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq9AJCySOI/AAAAAAAACNs/ekjSHULYq_0/s72-c/neckache_~k0322075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-1490003962338814116</id><published>2009-03-01T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:32:44.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Back pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq7Ys37biI/AAAAAAAACNc/qjmNFwZtzSE/s1600-h/back-injury_~k1432315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308261143846546978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq7Ys37biI/AAAAAAAACNc/qjmNFwZtzSE/s200/back-injury_~k1432315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;S&lt;em&gt;ent by -Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your back is incredibly versatile. We adults, continue to take our backs for granted. We sit for hours at a time,which is extremely hard on the back.&lt;br /&gt;Some back problem are serious,what can you do to get back in action is:&lt;br /&gt;Spend a few days in bed if you are having more than mild pain. But don't lie around longer than that unless your doctor says so. Constant bed rest weakens muscles,which can make the pain worse.&lt;br /&gt;Cool it: Several times a day, apply packs of ice wrapped in towels to your painful areas for sometime and repeat it several times.&lt;br /&gt;Then warm it up: when the worst pain has died down, change your treatment to cold to hot. This will help improve blood circulation and allow the injury to heal more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Train your back to be ache resistant. Strengthen your back muscles and improve your overall flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever possible, sit in chairs that provide good lower- back support and avoid back pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-1490003962338814116?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/1490003962338814116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/1490003962338814116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/1490003962338814116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-pain.html' title='Back pain'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq7Ys37biI/AAAAAAAACNc/qjmNFwZtzSE/s72-c/back-injury_~k1432315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-1604742378241823660</id><published>2009-03-01T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:34:58.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Skin'/><title type='text'>To control dry skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq5DkWDMYI/AAAAAAAACNU/mg0GiFbzSEw/s1600-h/drunk_girl_POP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308258581756457346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq5DkWDMYI/AAAAAAAACNU/mg0GiFbzSEw/s200/drunk_girl_POP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by -Shruti Aggarwal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take a shower before bedtime to make you feel fresh. But do not soak in the tub for longer time. Your body will loose moisture.&lt;br /&gt;Drink lots of water daily, it is a best moisturizing treatment done from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever leave your skin extremely dry; apply moisturizer everyday to avoid itchiness.&lt;br /&gt;Skin lacks water, so apply moisturizer when the skin is wet.&lt;br /&gt;To keep your hands from drying out, wear gloves to wash dishes.&lt;br /&gt;To double the power of moisturizing apply Vaseline and cover it with a pair of socks to lock in the moisture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-1604742378241823660?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/1604742378241823660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-control-dry-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/1604742378241823660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/1604742378241823660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-control-dry-skin.html' title='To control dry skin'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Saq5DkWDMYI/AAAAAAAACNU/mg0GiFbzSEw/s72-c/drunk_girl_POP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6817578267455292214</id><published>2009-02-28T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:36:22.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Neck Pain Remedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao4xUlZtRI/AAAAAAAACNM/fK83D4XMDJQ/s1600-h/158_health-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308117530799879442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao4xUlZtRI/AAAAAAAACNM/fK83D4XMDJQ/s200/158_health-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by- Shikha Aggarwal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Looking good” is possible only when you “feel good”. Your internal comfort and health will definitely have a great impact on your beauty and confidence levels. Health should be given top priority. Neck region is where everyone of us generally get a problem because of the busy and hectic lifestyle. Below are few of the remedies and suggestions to overcome neck pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always good to maintain a good posture, irrespective of you sitting, standing or walking. Be active and sit straight. Make sure that you avoid slouching.&lt;br /&gt;Regular workouts and simple exercises will make you healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Now computers have become Next Must Buy in every house and people are used to work for hours on it. So see that the monitor is set at eye level in a right angle.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to sit for long hours at one place, make sure that you take small breaks to walk and relax.&lt;br /&gt;Hard mattress are always suggestable than the ones which are very soft and has many cushions.&lt;br /&gt;If you have neck pain, then try using ice pack but dont ever use heat to sooth it.&lt;br /&gt;When you are driving, sit straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Health is Wealth”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-6817578267455292214?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/6817578267455292214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/neck-pain-remedies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6817578267455292214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/6817578267455292214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/neck-pain-remedies.html' title='Neck Pain Remedies'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao4xUlZtRI/AAAAAAAACNM/fK83D4XMDJQ/s72-c/158_health-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-708395614685415317</id><published>2009-02-28T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:39:57.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>The whole truth of fruit juices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao2AO9kYRI/AAAAAAAACM8/0ciZQ2hzIZ8/s1600-h/fresh_fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308114488453783826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao2AO9kYRI/AAAAAAAACM8/0ciZQ2hzIZ8/s200/fresh_fruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - S hruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Despite all this good news about the health benefits of fruit juices.&lt;br /&gt;People drink so much of it, wanting to be healthy. But the calories can be substantial.If you are going to have a glass of orange juice in the morning, have only two slices of toast instead of three. That’s one way to approach it.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit juices also lack the fibre of the actual fruits themselves even if they contain pulp.This is why nutritionists recommend fruit juices become a part of your regular fruit intake but not replace whole fruits entirely. Combining whole fruits in a blender with store-bought juices is yet another way to boost the fibre content in your drinks.&lt;br /&gt;When considering daily fruit intake, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;No more than two fruit servings daily should come from juices.&lt;br /&gt;Vary them throughout the week, while mixing in whole fruits. This way you will garner the double benefits of a healthy diet that’s convenient as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-708395614685415317?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/708395614685415317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-truth-of-fruit-juices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/708395614685415317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/708395614685415317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-truth-of-fruit-juices.html' title='The whole truth of fruit juices'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao2AO9kYRI/AAAAAAAACM8/0ciZQ2hzIZ8/s72-c/fresh_fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-4949684516954462476</id><published>2009-02-28T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:41:41.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Fight Inflammation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao0NXUo2eI/AAAAAAAACM0/eFaa1g88Coc/s1600-h/Antifreeze_Ladies_Long_Sleeve_Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308112515013073378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao0NXUo2eI/AAAAAAAACM0/eFaa1g88Coc/s200/Antifreeze_Ladies_Long_Sleeve_Top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by - Shikha Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Inflammation is your immune systems response to an “insult”-an injury like a cut – pulled muscle etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, where you are bound to get paper cuts, pull a muscle, or catch a cold or two, so there’s no way , nor is there reason, to avoid inflammation altogether.By choosing a healthy lifestyle, you can quell existing inflammation and prevent future inflammation from developing.&lt;br /&gt;Get started today with this inflammation fighting plan.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your weightKeeping your weight in check is crucial for preventing inflammation.&lt;br /&gt;Eat smartA diet high in sugar and bad fats particularly fatty acids can cause major inflammation. Avoid intake of fast foods. Spice up your meals with ginger and turmeric; studies show that both spices have strong antioxidant properties.&lt;br /&gt;Clear the airTwo of the biggest pollution culprits are crowded urban areas and gas burning stoves. If you can find and area to live in that has high air-quality ratings and switch to electric energy.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Get movingExercise daily to maintain a healthy weight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-4949684516954462476?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/4949684516954462476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/fight-inflammation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4949684516954462476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/4949684516954462476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/fight-inflammation.html' title='Fight Inflammation'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/Sao0NXUo2eI/AAAAAAAACM0/eFaa1g88Coc/s72-c/Antifreeze_Ladies_Long_Sleeve_Top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-2822655036792566787</id><published>2009-02-28T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:48:20.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Blood - Did You Know ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent by- Shruti Aggarwal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Worth sharing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Blood type -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O (+)-----40 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;O (- )------7 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;A (+ )----34 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;A ( - )------6 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;B (+ )------8 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;B (- )------ 1 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;AB (+)-----3 % Rh people have it&lt;br /&gt;AB (- )-----1 % Rh people have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANT INFO NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-You Can Give -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If Your Type Is ------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;----------O-....O+.... B-...B+.....A-...A+...AB-...AB+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AB+.......&lt;/span&gt;Y......Y .......Y......Y .....Y.....Y......Y.......Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AB-........&lt;/span&gt;Y .... .-........Y.......-......Y.....Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A+.........&lt;/span&gt;Y..... Y .......-.... - ........Y ....Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A- ..........&lt;/span&gt;Y ......-........-.....- ..... ..Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B+ .........&lt;/span&gt;Y.......Y... ...Y ....Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B- ..........&lt;/span&gt;Y...... -....... Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O+ .........&lt;/span&gt;Y..... Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O- ..........&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SEND THIS INFORMATION TO EVERY ONE YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252540133991905749-2822655036792566787?l=mottikamai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/feeds/2822655036792566787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2822655036792566787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252540133991905749/posts/default/2822655036792566787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mottikamai.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-did-you-know.html' title='Blood - Did You Know ?'/><author><name>SHRIDHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132884623679484170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV8BWk6HfqU/SawsRj9x0MI/AAAAAAAACPM/5BjAxwDo3ss/S220/xx.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252540133991905749.post-6464855933960536399</id><published>2009-02-27T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:46:11.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REMINISCENCES OF A STOCK OPERATOR- A Book'/><title type='text'>REMINISCENCES OF A STOCK OPERATOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sent by - Purushottam Holani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINISCENCES OF A STOCK OPERATOR&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER I&lt;br /&gt;I WENT to work when I was just out of grammar school. I got&lt;br /&gt;a job as quotation-board boy in a stock-brokerage office. I was&lt;br /&gt;quick at figures. At school I did three years of arithmetic in&lt;br /&gt;one. I was particularly good at mental arithmetic. As&lt;br /&gt;quotation-board boy I posted the numbers on the big board in the&lt;br /&gt;customers' room. One of the customers usually sat by the ticker&lt;br /&gt;and called out the prices. They couldn't come too fast for me. I&lt;br /&gt;have always remembered figures. No trouble at all.&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of other employes in that office. Of&lt;br /&gt;course I made friends with the other fellows, but the work I&lt;br /&gt;did, if the market was active, kept me too busy from ten A.M. to&lt;br /&gt;three P.m. to let me do much talking. I don't care for it,&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, during business hours.&lt;br /&gt;But a busy market did not keep me from thinking about the&lt;br /&gt;work. Those quotations did not represent prices of stocks to'&lt;br /&gt;me, so many dollars per share. They were numbers. Of course,&lt;br /&gt;they meant something. They were always changing. It was all I&lt;br /&gt;had to be interested in the changes. Why did they change? I&lt;br /&gt;didn't know. I didn't care. I didn't think about that. I simply&lt;br /&gt;saw that they changed. That was all I had to think about five&lt;br /&gt;hours every day and two on Saturdays: that they were always&lt;br /&gt;changing.&lt;br /&gt;That is how I first came to be interested in the behaviour&lt;br /&gt;of prices. I had a very good memory for figures. I could&lt;br /&gt;remember in detail how the prices had acted on the previous day,&lt;br /&gt;just before they went up or down. My fondness for mental&lt;br /&gt;arithmetic came in very handy.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that in advances as well as declines, stock&lt;br /&gt;prices were apt to show certain habits, so to speak. There was&lt;br /&gt;no end of parallel cases and these made precedents to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;I was only fourteen, but after I had taken hundreds of&lt;br /&gt;observations in my mind I found myself testing their accuracy,&lt;br /&gt;comparing the behaviour of stocks today with other days. It was&lt;br /&gt;not long before I was anticipating movements in prices. My only&lt;br /&gt;guide, as I say, was their past performances. I carried the&lt;br /&gt;"dope sheets" in my mind. I looked for stock prices to run on&lt;br /&gt;form. I had "clocked" them. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;You can spot, for instance, where the buying is only a&lt;br /&gt;trifle better than the selling. A battle goes on in the stock&lt;br /&gt;market and the tape is your telescope. You can depend upon it&lt;br /&gt;seven out of ten cases.&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson I learned early is that there is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;in Wall Street. There can't be because speculation is as old as&lt;br /&gt;the hills. Whatever happens in the stock market today has&lt;br /&gt;happened before and will happen again. I've never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;that. I suppose I really manage to remember when and how it&lt;br /&gt;happened. The fact that I remember that way is my way of&lt;br /&gt;capitalizing experience.&lt;br /&gt;I got so interested in my game and so anxious to anticipate&lt;br /&gt;advances and declines in all the active stocks that I got a&lt;br /&gt;little book. I put down my observations in it. It was not a&lt;br /&gt;record of imaginary transactions such as so many people keep&lt;br /&gt;merely to make or lose millions of dollars without getting the&lt;br /&gt;swelled head or going to the poorhouse. It was rather a sort of&lt;br /&gt;record of my hits and misses, and next to the determination of&lt;br /&gt;probable movements I was most interested in verifying whether I&lt;br /&gt;had observed accurately; in other words, whether I was right.&lt;br /&gt;Say that after studying every fluctuation of the day in an&lt;br /&gt;active stock I would conclude that it was behaving as it always&lt;br /&gt;did before it broke eight or ten points. Well, I would jot down&lt;br /&gt;the stock and the price on Monday, and remembering past&lt;br /&gt;performances I would write down what it ought to do on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;and Wednesday. Later I would check up with actual transcriptions&lt;br /&gt;from the tape.&lt;br /&gt;That is how I first came to take an interest in the message&lt;br /&gt;of the tape. The fluctuations were from the first associated in&lt;br /&gt;my mind with upward or downward movements. Of course there is&lt;br /&gt;always a reason for fluctuations, but the tape does not concern&lt;br /&gt;itself with the why and wherefore. It doesn't go into&lt;br /&gt;explanations. I didn't ask the tape why when I was fourteen, and&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask it today, at forty. The reason for what a certain&lt;br /&gt;stock does today may not be known for two or three days, or&lt;br /&gt;weeks, or months. But what the dickens does that matter? Your&lt;br /&gt;business with the tape is now -- not tomorrow. The reason can&lt;br /&gt;wait. But you must act instantly or be left. Time and again I&lt;br /&gt;see this happen. You'll remember that Hollow Tube went down&lt;br /&gt;three points the other day while the rest of the market rallied&lt;br /&gt;sharply. That was the fact. On the following Monday you saw that&lt;br /&gt;the directors passed the dividend. That was the reason. They&lt;br /&gt;knew what they were going to do, and even if they didn't sell&lt;br /&gt;the stock themselves they at least didn't buy it. There was no&lt;br /&gt;inside buying; no reason why it should not break.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kept up my little memorandum book perhaps six&lt;br /&gt;months. Instead of leaving for home the moment I was through&lt;br /&gt;with my work, I'd jot down the figures I wanted and would study&lt;br /&gt;the changes, always looking for the repetitions and parallelisms&lt;br /&gt;of behaviour learning to read the tape, although I was not aware&lt;br /&gt;of it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;One day one of the office boys -- he was older than I came&lt;br /&gt;to me where I was eating my lunch and asked me on the quiet if I&lt;br /&gt;had any money.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want to know?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he said, "I've got a dandy tip on Burlington. I'm&lt;br /&gt;going to play it if I can get somebody to go in with me."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you mean, play it?" I asked. To me the only people&lt;br /&gt;who played or could play tips were the customers old jiggers&lt;br /&gt;with oodles of dough. Why, it cost hundreds, even thousands of&lt;br /&gt;dollars, to get into the game. It was like owning your private&lt;br /&gt;carriage and having a coachman who wore a silk hat.&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I mean; play it 1" he said. "How much you got.&lt;br /&gt;"How much you need?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can trade in five shares by putting up $5."&lt;br /&gt;"How are you going to play it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to buy all the Burlington the bucket shop will&lt;br /&gt;let me carry with the money I give him for margin," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's going up sure. It's like picking up money. We'll double&lt;br /&gt;ours in a jiffy."&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on!" I said to him, and pulled out my little dope&lt;br /&gt;book.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't interested in doubling my money, but in his saying&lt;br /&gt;that Burlington was going up. If it was, my notebook ought to&lt;br /&gt;show it. I looked. Sure enough, Burlington, according to my&lt;br /&gt;figuring, was acting as it usually did before it went up. I had&lt;br /&gt;never bought or sold anything in my life, and I never gambled&lt;br /&gt;with the other boys. But all I could see was that this was a&lt;br /&gt;grand chance to test the accuracy of my work, of my hobby. It&lt;br /&gt;struck me at once that if my dope didn't work in practice there&lt;br /&gt;was nothing in the theory of it to interest anybody. So I gave&lt;br /&gt;him all I had, and with our pooled resources he went to one of&lt;br /&gt;the nearby bucket shops and bought some Burlington. Two days&lt;br /&gt;later we cashed in. I made a profit Of $3.12.&lt;br /&gt;After that first trade, I got to speculating on my own hook&lt;br /&gt;in the bucket shops. I'd go during my lunch hour and buy or sell&lt;br /&gt;-- it never made any difference to me. I was playing a system&lt;br /&gt;and not a favorite stock or backing opinions. All I knew was the&lt;br /&gt;arithmetic of it. As a matter of fact, mine was the ideal way to&lt;br /&gt;operate in a bucket shop, where all that a trader does is to bet&lt;br /&gt;on fluctuations as they are printed by the ticker on the tape.&lt;br /&gt;It was not long before I was taking much more money out of&lt;br /&gt;the bucket shops than I was pulling down from my job in the&lt;br /&gt;brokerage office. So I gave up my position. My folks objected,&lt;br /&gt;but they couldn't say much when they saw what I was making. I&lt;br /&gt;was only a kid and officeboy wages were not very high. I did&lt;br /&gt;mighty well on my own hook.&lt;br /&gt;I was fifteen when I had my first thousand and laid the&lt;br /&gt;cash in front of my mother -- all made in the bucket shops in a&lt;br /&gt;few months, besides what I had taken home. My mother carried on&lt;br /&gt;something awful. She wanted me to put it away in the savings&lt;br /&gt;bank out of reach of temptation. She said it was more money than&lt;br /&gt;she ever heard any boy of fifteen had made, starting with&lt;br /&gt;nothing. She didn't quite believe it was real money. She used to&lt;br /&gt;worry and fret about it. But I didn't think of anything except&lt;br /&gt;that I could keep on proving my figuring was right. That's all&lt;br /&gt;the fun there is being right by using your head. If I was right&lt;br /&gt;when I tested my convictions with ten shares I would be ten&lt;br /&gt;times more right if I traded in a hundred shares. That is all&lt;br /&gt;that having more margin meant to me -- I was right more&lt;br /&gt;emphatically. More courage? No! No difference! If all I have is&lt;br /&gt;ten dollars and I risk it, I am much braver than when I risk a&lt;br /&gt;million, if I have another million salted away.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, at fifteen I was making a good living out of the&lt;br /&gt;stock market. I began in the smaller bucket shops, where the man&lt;br /&gt;who traded in twenty shares at a clip was suspected of being&lt;br /&gt;John W. Gates in disguise or J. P. Morgan traveling incognito.&lt;br /&gt;Bucket shops in those days seldom lay down on their customers.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't have to. There were other ways of parting customers&lt;br /&gt;from their money, even when they guessed right. The business was&lt;br /&gt;tremendously profitable. When it was conducted legitimately -- I&lt;br /&gt;mean straight, as far as the bucket shop went the fluctuations&lt;br /&gt;took care of the shoestrings. It doesn't take much of a reaction&lt;br /&gt;to wipe out a margin of only three quarters of a point. Also, no&lt;br /&gt;welsher could ever get back in the game. Wouldn't have any&lt;br /&gt;trade.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a following. I kept my business to myself. It&lt;br /&gt;was a one-man business, anyhow. It was my head, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Prices either were going the way I doped them out, without any&lt;br /&gt;help from friends or partners, or they were going the other way,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody could stop them out of kindness to me. I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;where I needed to tell my business to anybody else. I've got&lt;br /&gt;friends, of course, but my business has always been the same --&lt;br /&gt;a one-man affair. That is why I have always played a lone hand.&lt;br /&gt;As it was, it didn't take long for the bucket shops to get&lt;br /&gt;sore on me for beating them. I'd walk in and plank down my&lt;br /&gt;margin, but they'd look at it without making a move to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;They'd tell me there was nothing doing. That was the time they&lt;br /&gt;got to calling me the Boy Plunger. I had to be changing brokers&lt;br /&gt;all the time, going from one bucket shop to another. It got so&lt;br /&gt;that I had to give a fictitious name. I'd begin light, only&lt;br /&gt;fifteen or twenty shares. At times, when they got suspicious,&lt;br /&gt;I'd lose on purpose at first and then sting them proper. Of&lt;br /&gt;course after a little while they'd find me too expensive and&lt;br /&gt;they'd tell me to take myself and my business elsewhere and not&lt;br /&gt;interfere with the owners' dividends.&lt;br /&gt;Once, when the big concern I'd been trading with for months&lt;br /&gt;shut down on me I made up my mind to take a little more of their&lt;br /&gt;money away from them. That bucket shop had branches all over the&lt;br /&gt;city, in hotel lobbies, and in nearby towns. I went to one of&lt;br /&gt;the hotel branches and asked the manager a few questions and&lt;br /&gt;finally got to trading. But as soon as I played an active stock&lt;br /&gt;my especial way he began to get messages from the head office&lt;br /&gt;asking who it was that was operating. The manager told me what&lt;br /&gt;they asked him and I told him my name was Edward Robinson, of&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge. He telephoned the glad news to the big chief. But the&lt;br /&gt;other end wanted to know what I looked like. When the manager&lt;br /&gt;told me that I said to him, "Tell him I am a short fat man with&lt;br /&gt;dark hair and a bushy beard 1" But he described me instead, and&lt;br /&gt;then he listened and his face got red and he hung up and told me&lt;br /&gt;to beat it.&lt;br /&gt;"What did they say to you?" I asked him politely.&lt;br /&gt;"They said, `You blankety-blank fool, didn't we tell you to&lt;br /&gt;take no business from Larry Livermore? And you deliberately let&lt;br /&gt;him trim us out of $700!" He didn't say what else they told him.&lt;br /&gt;I tried the other branches one after another, but they all&lt;br /&gt;got to know me, and my money wasn't any good in any of their&lt;br /&gt;offices. I couldn't even go in to look at the quotations without&lt;br /&gt;some of the clerks making cracks at me. I tried to get&lt;br /&gt;them to let me trade at long intervals by dividing my visits&lt;br /&gt;among them all. But that didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Finally there was only one left to me and that was the&lt;br /&gt;biggest and richest of all the Cosmopolitan Stock Brokerage&lt;br /&gt;Company.&lt;br /&gt;The Cosmopolitan was rated as A-1 and did an enormous&lt;br /&gt;business. It had branches in every manufacturing town in New&lt;br /&gt;England. They took my trading all right, and I bought and sold&lt;br /&gt;stocks and made and lost money for months, but in the end it&lt;br /&gt;happened with them as usual. They didn't refuse my business&lt;br /&gt;point-blank, as the small concerns had. Oh, not because it&lt;br /&gt;wasn't sportsmanship, but because they knew it would give them a&lt;br /&gt;black eye to publish the news that they wouldn't take a fellow's&lt;br /&gt;business just because that fellow happened to make a little&lt;br /&gt;money. But they did the next worse thing that is, they made me&lt;br /&gt;put up a three-point margin and compelled me to pay a premium at&lt;br /&gt;first of a half point, then a point, and finally, a point and a&lt;br /&gt;half. Some handicap, that! How? Easy! Suppose Steel was selling&lt;br /&gt;at 90 and you bought it. Your ticket read, normally: "Bot ten&lt;br /&gt;Steel at 90-1/8." If you put up a point margin it meant that if&lt;br /&gt;it broke 89-1/4 you were wiped out automatically. In a bucket&lt;br /&gt;shop the customer is not importuned for more margin or put to&lt;br /&gt;the painful necessity of telling his broker to sell for anything&lt;br /&gt;he can get.&lt;br /&gt;But when the Cosmopolitan tacked on that premium they were&lt;br /&gt;hitting below the belt. It meant that if the price was 90 when I&lt;br /&gt;bought, instead of making my ticket: "Bot Steel at 90-1/8," it&lt;br /&gt;read: "Bot Steel at 90-1/8." Why, that stock could advance a&lt;br /&gt;point and a quarter after I bought it and I'd still be losing&lt;br /&gt;money if I closed the trade. And by also insisting that I put up&lt;br /&gt;a three-point margin at the very start they reduced my trading&lt;br /&gt;capacity by two thirds. Still, that was the only bucket shop&lt;br /&gt;that would take my business at all, and I had to accept their&lt;br /&gt;terms or quit trading.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had my ups and downs, but was a winner on&lt;br /&gt;balance. However, the Cosmopolitan people were not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;with the awful handicap they had tacked on me, which should have&lt;br /&gt;been enough to beat anybody. They tried to doublecross me. They&lt;br /&gt;didn't get me. I escaped because of one of my hunches.&lt;br /&gt;The Cosmopolitan, as I said, was my last resort. It was the&lt;br /&gt;richest bucket shop in New England, and as a rule they put no&lt;br /&gt;limit on a trade. I think I was the heaviest individual trader&lt;br /&gt;they had -- that is, of the steady, everyday customers. They had&lt;br /&gt;a fine office and the largest and completest quotation board I&lt;br /&gt;have ever seen anywhere. It ran along the whole length of the&lt;br /&gt;big room and every imaginable thing was quoted. I mean stocks&lt;br /&gt;dealt in on the New York and Boston Stock Exchanges, cotton,&lt;br /&gt;wheat, provisions, metals -- everything that was bought and sold&lt;br /&gt;in New York, Chicago, Boston and Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;You know how they traded in bucket shops. You gave your&lt;br /&gt;money to a clerk and told him what you wished to buy or sell He&lt;br /&gt;looked at the tape or the quotation board and took the price&lt;br /&gt;from there -- the last one, of course. He also put down the time&lt;br /&gt;on the ticket so that it almost read like a regular broker's&lt;br /&gt;report -- that is, that they had bought or sold for you so many&lt;br /&gt;shares of such a stock at such a price at such a time on such a&lt;br /&gt;day and how much money they received from you. When you wished&lt;br /&gt;to close your trade you went to the clerk -- the same or&lt;br /&gt;another, it depended on the shop and you told him. He took the&lt;br /&gt;last price or if the stock had not been active he waited for the&lt;br /&gt;next quotation that came out on the tape. He wrote that price&lt;br /&gt;and the time on your ticket, O.K.'d it and gave it back to you,&lt;br /&gt;and then you went to the cashier and got whatever cash it called&lt;br /&gt;for. Of course, when the market went against you and the price&lt;br /&gt;went beyond the limit set by your margin, your trade&lt;br /&gt;automatically closed itself and your ticket became one more&lt;br /&gt;scrap of paper.&lt;br /&gt;In the humbler bucket shops, where people were allowed to&lt;br /&gt;trade in as little as five shares, the tickets were little slips&lt;br /&gt;commissions and if you bought a stock at 20 the ticket would&lt;br /&gt;read 20%. You thus had only Y4 of a point's run for your money.&lt;br /&gt;But the Cosmopolitan was the finest in New England. It had&lt;br /&gt;thousands of patrons and I really think I was the only man they&lt;br /&gt;were afraid of. Neither the killing premium nor the three-point&lt;br /&gt;margin they made me put up reduced my trading much. I kept on&lt;br /&gt;buying and selling as much as they'd let me. I sometimes had a&lt;br /&gt;line of 5,000 shares.&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the day the thing happened that I am going to tell&lt;br /&gt;you, I was short thirty-five hundred shares of Sugar. I had&lt;br /&gt;seven big pink tickets for five hundred shares each. The&lt;br /&gt;Cosmopolitan used big slips with a blank space on them where&lt;br /&gt;they could write down additional margin. Of course, the bucket&lt;br /&gt;shops never ask for more margin. The thinner the shoestring the&lt;br /&gt;better for them, for their profit lies in your being wiped. In&lt;br /&gt;the smaller shops if you wanted to margin your trade still&lt;br /&gt;further they'd make out a new ticket, so they could charge you&lt;br /&gt;the buying commission and only give you a run of 1/4 of a point&lt;br /&gt;on each point's decline, for they figured the selling commission&lt;br /&gt;also exactly as if it were a new trade.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this day I remember I had up over $10,000 in margins.&lt;br /&gt;I was only twenty when I first accumulated ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;dollars in cash. And you ought to have heard my mother. You'd&lt;br /&gt;have thought that ten thousand dollars in cash was more than&lt;br /&gt;anybody carried around except old John D., and she used to tell&lt;br /&gt;me to be satisfied and go into some regular business. I had a&lt;br /&gt;hard time convincing her that I was not gambling, but making&lt;br /&gt;money by figuring. But all she could see was that ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;dollars was a lot of money and all I could see was more margin.&lt;br /&gt;I had put out my 3500 shares of Sugar at 105-1/4. There was&lt;br /&gt;another fellow in the room, Henry Williams, who was short 2500&lt;br /&gt;shares. I used to sit by the ticker and call out the quotations&lt;br /&gt;for the board boy. The price behaved as I thought it would. It&lt;br /&gt;promptly went down a couple of points and paused a little to get&lt;br /&gt;its breath before taking another dip. The general market was&lt;br /&gt;pretty soft and everything looked promising. Then all of a&lt;br /&gt;sudden I didn't like the way Sugar was doing its hesitating. I&lt;br /&gt;began to feel uncomfortable. I thought I ought to get out of the&lt;br /&gt;market. Then it sold at 103 -- that was low for the day, but&lt;br /&gt;instead of feeling more confident I felt more uncertain. I knew&lt;br /&gt;something was wrong somewhere, but I couldn't spot it exactly.&lt;br /&gt;But if something was coming and I didn't know where from, I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be on my guard against it. That being the case I'd&lt;br /&gt;better be out of the market.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't do things blindly. I don't like to. I&lt;br /&gt;never did. Even as a kid I had to know why I should do certain&lt;br /&gt;things. But this time I had no definite reason to give to&lt;br /&gt;myself, and yet I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;I called to a fellow I knew, Dave Wyman, and said to him "Dave,&lt;br /&gt;you take my place here. I want you to do something for me. Wait&lt;br /&gt;a little before you call out the next price of Sugar, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;He said he would, and I got up and gave him my place by the&lt;br /&gt;ticker so he could call out the prices for the boy. I took my&lt;br /&gt;seven Sugar tickets out of my pocket and walked over to the&lt;br /&gt;counter, to where the clerk was who marked the tickets when you&lt;br /&gt;closed your trades. But I didn't really know why I should get&lt;br /&gt;out of the market, so I just stood there, leaning against the&lt;br /&gt;counter, my tickets in my hand so that the clerk couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;them. Pretty soon I heard the clicking of a telegraph instrument&lt;br /&gt;and I saw Tom Burnham, the clerk, turn his head quickly and&lt;br /&gt;listen. Then I felt that something crooked was hatching, and I&lt;br /&gt;decided not to wait any longer. Just then Dave Wyman by the&lt;br /&gt;ticker, began: "Su" and quick as a flash I slapped my tickets on&lt;br /&gt;the counter in front of the clerk and yelled, "Close Sugar!"&lt;br /&gt;before Dave had finished calling the price. So, of course, the&lt;br /&gt;house had to close my Sugar at the last quotation. What Dave&lt;br /&gt;called turned out to be 103 again.&lt;br /&gt;According to my dope Sugar should have broken 103 by now.&lt;br /&gt;The engine wasn't hitting right. I had the feeling that there&lt;br /&gt;was a trap in the neighbourhood. At all events, the telegraph&lt;br /&gt;instrument was now going like mad and I noticed that&lt;br /&gt;Tom Burnham, the clerk, had left my tickets unmarked where I&lt;br /&gt;laid them, and was listening to the clicking as if he were&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something. So I yelled at him: "Hey, Tom, what in&lt;br /&gt;hell are you waiting for? Mark the price on these tickets --&lt;br /&gt;103! Get a gait on!"&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the room heard me and began to look toward us&lt;br /&gt;and ask what was the trouble, for, you see, while the&lt;br /&gt;Cosmopolitan had never laid down, there was no telling, and a&lt;br /&gt;run on a bucket shop can start like a run on a bank. If one&lt;br /&gt;customer gets suspicious the others follow suit. So Tom looked&lt;br /&gt;sulky, but came over and marked my tickets "Closed at 103" and&lt;br /&gt;shoved the seven of them over toward me. He sure had a sour&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;br /&gt;Say, the distance from Tom's place to the cashier's cage&lt;br /&gt;wasn't over eight feet. But I hadn't got to the cashier to get&lt;br /&gt;my money when Dave Wyman by the ticker yelled excitedly&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh! Sugar, 108!" But it was too late; so I just laughed and&lt;br /&gt;called over to Tom, "It didn't work that time, did it, old boy?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was a put-up job. Henry Williams and I together&lt;br /&gt;were short six thousand shares of Sugar. That bucket shop&lt;br /&gt;had my margin and Henry's, and there may have been a lot of&lt;br /&gt;other Sugar shorts in the office; possibly eight or ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares in all. Suppose they had $20,000 in Sugar margins. That&lt;br /&gt;was enough to pay the shop to thimblerig the market on the New&lt;br /&gt;York Stock Exchange and wipe us out. In the old days whenever a&lt;br /&gt;bucket shop found itself loaded with too many bulls on a certain&lt;br /&gt;stock it was a common practice to get some broker to wash down&lt;br /&gt;the price of that particular stock far enough to wipe out all&lt;br /&gt;the customers that were long of it. This seldom cost the bucket&lt;br /&gt;shop more than a couple of points on a few hundred shares, and&lt;br /&gt;they made thousands of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;That was what the Cosmopolitan did to get me and Henry&lt;br /&gt;Williams and the other Sugar shorts. Their brokers in New York&lt;br /&gt;ran up the price to io8. Of course it fell right back, but Henry&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of others were wiped out. Whenever there was an&lt;br /&gt;unexplained sharp drop which was followed by instant recovery,&lt;br /&gt;the newspapers in those days used to call it a bucket-shop&lt;br /&gt;drive.&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing was that not later than ten days&lt;br /&gt;after the Cosmopolitan people tried to doublecross me a New York&lt;br /&gt;operator did them out of over seventy thousand dollars. This&lt;br /&gt;man, who was quite a market factor in his day and a member of&lt;br /&gt;the New York Stock Exchange, made a great name for himself as a&lt;br /&gt;bear during the Bryan panic of '96. He was forever running up&lt;br /&gt;against Stock Exchange rules that kept him from carrying out&lt;br /&gt;some of his plans at the expense of his fellow members. One day&lt;br /&gt;he figured that there would be no complaints from either the&lt;br /&gt;Exchange or the police authorities if he took from the bucket&lt;br /&gt;shops of the land some of their ill-gotten gains. In the&lt;br /&gt;instance I speak of he sent thirty-five men to act as customers.&lt;br /&gt;They went to the main office and to the bigger branches. On a&lt;br /&gt;certain day at a fixed hour the agents all bought as much of a&lt;br /&gt;certain stock as the managers would let them. They had&lt;br /&gt;instructions to sneak out at a certain profit. Of course what he&lt;br /&gt;did was to distribute bull tips on that stock among his cronies&lt;br /&gt;and then he went in to the floor of the Stock Exchange and bid&lt;br /&gt;up the price, helped by the room traders, who thought he was a&lt;br /&gt;good sport. Being careful to pick out the right stock for that&lt;br /&gt;work, there was no trouble in putting up the price three or four&lt;br /&gt;points. His agents at the bucket shops cashed in as prearranged.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow told me the originator cleaned up seventy thousand&lt;br /&gt;dollars net, and his agents made their expenses and their pay&lt;br /&gt;besides. He played that game several times all over the country,&lt;br /&gt;punishing the bigger bucket shops of New York, Boston,&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia, Chicago, Cincinnati and St. Louis. One of his&lt;br /&gt;favorite stocks was Western Union, because it was so easy to&lt;br /&gt;move a semiactive stock like that a few points up or down. His&lt;br /&gt;agents bought it at a certain figure, sold at two points profit,&lt;br /&gt;went short and took three points more. By the way, I read the&lt;br /&gt;other day that that man died, poor and obscure. I f he had died&lt;br /&gt;in 1896 he would have got at least a column on the first page of&lt;br /&gt;every New York paper. As it was he got two lines on the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER II&lt;br /&gt;BETWEEN the discovery that the Cosmopolitan Stock Brokerage&lt;br /&gt;Company was ready to beat me by foul means if the killing&lt;br /&gt;handicap of a three-point margin and a point-and-a-half premium&lt;br /&gt;didn't do it, and hints that they didn't want my business&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I soon made up my mind to go to New York, where I could&lt;br /&gt;trade in the office of some member of the New York Stock&lt;br /&gt;Exchange. I didn't want any Boston branch, where the quotations&lt;br /&gt;had to be telegraphed. I wanted to be close to the original&lt;br /&gt;source. I came to New York at the age of 21, bringing with me&lt;br /&gt;all I had, twenty-five hundred dollars.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I had ten thousand dollars when I was twenty,&lt;br /&gt;and my margin on that Sugar deal was over ten thousand. But I&lt;br /&gt;didn't always win. My plan of trading was sound enough and won&lt;br /&gt;oftener than it lost. If I had stuck to it I'd have been right&lt;br /&gt;perhaps as often as seven out of ten times. In fact, I always&lt;br /&gt;made money when I was sure I was right before I began. What beat&lt;br /&gt;me was not having brains enough to stick to my own game -- that&lt;br /&gt;is, to play the market only when I was satisfied that precedents&lt;br /&gt;favored my play. There is a time for all things, but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;know it. And that is precisely what beats so many men in Wall&lt;br /&gt;Street who are very far from being in the main sucker class.&lt;br /&gt;There is the plain fool, who does the wrong thing at all times&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, but there is the Wall Street fool, who thinks he&lt;br /&gt;must trade all the time. No man can always have adequate reasons&lt;br /&gt;for buying or selling stocks daily or sufficient knowledge to&lt;br /&gt;make his. play an intelligent play.&lt;br /&gt;I proved it. Whenever I read the tape by the light of&lt;br /&gt;experience I made money, but when I made a plain fool play I had&lt;br /&gt;to lose. I was no exception, was I? There was the huge quotation&lt;br /&gt;board staring me in the face, and the ticker going on, and&lt;br /&gt;people trading and watching their tickets turn into cash or into&lt;br /&gt;waste paper. Of course I let the craving for excitement get the&lt;br /&gt;better of my judgment. In a bucket shop where your margin is a&lt;br /&gt;shoestring you don't play for long pulls. You are wiped too&lt;br /&gt;easily and quickly. The desire for constant action irrespective&lt;br /&gt;of underlying conditions is responsible for many losses in Wall&lt;br /&gt;Street even among the professionals, who feel that they must&lt;br /&gt;take home some money every day, as though they were working for&lt;br /&gt;regular wages. I was only a kid, remember. I did not know then&lt;br /&gt;what I learned later, what made me fifteen years later, wait two&lt;br /&gt;long weeks and see a stock on which I was very bullish go up&lt;br /&gt;thirty points before I felt that it was safe to buy it. I was&lt;br /&gt;broke and was trying to get back, and I couldn't afford to play&lt;br /&gt;recklessly. I had to be right, and so I waited. That was in&lt;br /&gt;1915. It's a long story. I'll tell it later in its proper place.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's go on from where after years of practice at beating&lt;br /&gt;them I let the bucket shops take away most of my winnings.&lt;br /&gt;And with my eyes wide open, to boot! And it wasn't the only&lt;br /&gt;period of my life when I did it, either. A stock operator has to&lt;br /&gt;fight a lot of expensive enemies within himself. Anyhow, I came&lt;br /&gt;to New York with twenty-five hundred dollars. There were no&lt;br /&gt;bucket shops here that a fellow could trust. The Stock Exchange&lt;br /&gt;and the police between them had succeeded in closing them up&lt;br /&gt;pretty tight. Besides, I wanted to find a place where the only&lt;br /&gt;limit to my trading would be the size of my stake. I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;much of one, but I didn't expect it to stay little forever. The&lt;br /&gt;main thing at the start was to find a place where I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have to worry about getting a square deal. So I went to a New&lt;br /&gt;York Stock Exchange house that had a branch at home where I knew&lt;br /&gt;some of the clerks. They have long since gone out of business. I&lt;br /&gt;wasn't there long, didn't like one of the partners, and then I&lt;br /&gt;went to A. R. Fullerton &amp;amp; Co. Somebody must have told them about&lt;br /&gt;my early experiences, because it was not long before they all&lt;br /&gt;got to calling me the Boy Trader. I've always looked young. It&lt;br /&gt;was a handicap in some ways but it compelled me to fight for my&lt;br /&gt;own because so, many tried to take advantage of my youth. The&lt;br /&gt;chaps at the bucket shops seeing what a kid I was, always&lt;br /&gt;thought I was a fool for luck and that that was the only reason&lt;br /&gt;why I beat them so often.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't six months before I was broke. I was a&lt;br /&gt;pretty active trader and had a sort of reputation as a winner. I&lt;br /&gt;guess my commissions amounted to something. I ran up my account&lt;br /&gt;quite a little, but, of course, in the end I lost. I played&lt;br /&gt;carefully; but I had to lose. I'll tell you the reason: it was&lt;br /&gt;my remarkable success in the bucket shops!&lt;br /&gt;I could beat the game my way only in a bucket shop; where I&lt;br /&gt;was betting on fluctuations. My tape reading had to do with that&lt;br /&gt;exclusively. When I bought the price was there on the quotation&lt;br /&gt;board, right in front of me. Even before I bought I knew exactly&lt;br /&gt;the price I'd have to pay for my stock. And I always could sell&lt;br /&gt;on the instant. I could scalp successfully, because I could move&lt;br /&gt;like lightning. I could follow up my luck or cut my loss in a&lt;br /&gt;second. Sometimes, for instance, I was certain a stock would&lt;br /&gt;move at least a point. Well, I didn't have to hog it, I could&lt;br /&gt;put up a point margin and double my money in a jiffy; or I'd&lt;br /&gt;take half a point. On one or two hundred shares a day, that&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be bad at the end of the month, what?&lt;br /&gt;The practical trouble with that arrangement, of course, was&lt;br /&gt;that even if the bucket shop had the resources to stand a big&lt;br /&gt;steady loss, they wouldn't do it. They wouldn't have a customer&lt;br /&gt;around the place who had the bad taste to win all the time.&lt;br /&gt;At all events, what was a perfect system for trading in&lt;br /&gt;bucket shops didn't work in Fullerton's office. There I was&lt;br /&gt;actually buying and selling stocks. The price of Sugar on the&lt;br /&gt;tape might be 105 and I could see a three-point drop coming. As&lt;br /&gt;a matter of fact, at the very moment the ticker was printing 105&lt;br /&gt;on the tape the real price on the floor of the Exchange might be&lt;br /&gt;io4 or 103. By the time my order to sell a thousand shares got&lt;br /&gt;to Fullerton's floor man to execute, the price might be still&lt;br /&gt;lower. I couldn't tell at what price I had put out my thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares until I got a report from the clerk. When I surely would&lt;br /&gt;have made three thousand on the same transaction in a bucket&lt;br /&gt;shop I might not make a cent in a Stock Exchange house. Of&lt;br /&gt;course, I have taken an extreme case, but the fact remains that&lt;br /&gt;in A. R. Fullerton's office the tape always talked ancient&lt;br /&gt;history to me, as far as my system of trading went, and I didn't&lt;br /&gt;realize it.&lt;br /&gt;And then, too, if my order was fairly big my own sale would&lt;br /&gt;tend further to depress the price. In the bucket shop I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have to figure on the effect of my own trading. I lost in New&lt;br /&gt;York because the game was altogether different. It was not that&lt;br /&gt;I now was playing it legitimately that made me lose, but that I&lt;br /&gt;was playing it ignorantly. I have been told that I am a good&lt;br /&gt;reader of the tape. But reading the tape like an expert did not&lt;br /&gt;save me. I might have made out a great deal blrtter if I had&lt;br /&gt;been on the floor myself, a room trader. In a particular crowd&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I might have adapted my system to the conditions&lt;br /&gt;immediately before me. But, of course, if I had got to operating&lt;br /&gt;on such a scale as I do now, for instance, the system would have&lt;br /&gt;equally failed me, on account of the effect of my own trading on&lt;br /&gt;prices.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I did not know the game of stock speculation. I&lt;br /&gt;knew a part of it, a rather important part, which has been very&lt;br /&gt;valuable to me at all times. But if with all I had I still lost,&lt;br /&gt;what chance does the green outsider have of winning, or, rather,&lt;br /&gt;of cashing in?&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take me long to realise that there was something&lt;br /&gt;wrong with my play, but I couldn't spot the exact trouble. There&lt;br /&gt;were times when my system worked beautifully, and then, all of a&lt;br /&gt;sudden, nothing but one swat after another. I was only&lt;br /&gt;twenty-two, remember; not that I was so stuck on myself that I&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to know just where I was at fault, but that at that&lt;br /&gt;age nobody knows much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;The people in the office were very nice to me. I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;plunge as I wanted to because of their margin requirements, but&lt;br /&gt;old A. R. Fullerton and the rest of the firm were so kind to me&lt;br /&gt;that after six months of active trading I not only lost all I&lt;br /&gt;had brought and all that I had made there but I even owed the&lt;br /&gt;firm a few hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;There I was, a mere kid, who had never before been away&lt;br /&gt;from home, flat broke; but I knew there wasn't anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;with me; only with my play. I don't know whether I make myself&lt;br /&gt;plain, but I never lose my temper over the stock market. I never&lt;br /&gt;argue with the tape. Getting sore at the market doesn't get you&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I was so anxious to resume trading that I didn't lose a&lt;br /&gt;minute, but went to old man Fullerton and said to him, "Say, A.&lt;br /&gt;R., lend me five hundred dollars."&lt;br /&gt;"What for?" says he.&lt;br /&gt;"I've got to have some money."&lt;br /&gt;"What for?" he says again.&lt;br /&gt;"For margin, of course," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Five hundred dollars?" he said, and frowned. "You know&lt;br /&gt;they'd expect you to keep up a 10 per cent margin, and that&lt;br /&gt;means one thousand dollars on one hundred shares. Much better to&lt;br /&gt;give you a credit --"&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said, "I don't want a credit here. I already owe&lt;br /&gt;the firm something. What I want is for you to lend me five&lt;br /&gt;hundred dollars so I can go out and get a roll and come back."&lt;br /&gt;"How are you going to do it?" asked old A. R.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go and trade in a bucket shop," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"Trade here," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said. "I'm not sure yet I can beat the game in this&lt;br /&gt;office, but I am sure I can take money out of the bucket shops.&lt;br /&gt;I know that game. I have a notion that I know just where I went&lt;br /&gt;wrong here."&lt;br /&gt;He let me have it, and I went out of that office where the&lt;br /&gt;Boy Terror of the Bucket Shops, as they called him, had lost his&lt;br /&gt;pile. I couldn't go back home because the shops there would not&lt;br /&gt;take my business. New York was out of the question; there&lt;br /&gt;weren't any doing business at that time. They tell me that in&lt;br /&gt;the 90's Broad Street and New Street were full of them. But&lt;br /&gt;there weren't any when I needed them in my business. So after&lt;br /&gt;some thinking I decided to go to St. Louis. I had heard of two&lt;br /&gt;concerns there that did an enormous business all through the&lt;br /&gt;Middle West. Their profits must have been huge. They had branch&lt;br /&gt;offices in dozens of towns. In fact I had been told that there&lt;br /&gt;were no concerns in the East to compare with them for volume of&lt;br /&gt;business. They ran openly and the best people traded there&lt;br /&gt;without any qualms. A fellow even told me that the owner of one&lt;br /&gt;of the concerns was a vice-president of the Chamber of Commerce&lt;br /&gt;but that couldn't have been in St. Louis. At any rate, that is&lt;br /&gt;where I went with my five hundred dollars to bring back a stake&lt;br /&gt;to use as margin in the office of A. R. Fullerton &amp;amp; Co., members&lt;br /&gt;of the New York Stock Exchange.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to St. Louis I went to the hotel, washed up and&lt;br /&gt;went out to find the bucket shops. One was the J. G. Dolan&lt;br /&gt;Company, and the other was H. S. Teller &amp;amp; Co. I knew I could&lt;br /&gt;beat them. I was going to play dead safe -- carefully and&lt;br /&gt;conservatively. My one fear was that somebody might recognise me&lt;br /&gt;and give me away, because the bucket shops all over the country&lt;br /&gt;had heard of the Boy Trader. They are like gambling houses and&lt;br /&gt;get all the gossip of the profesh.&lt;br /&gt;Dolan was nearer than Teller, and I went there first. I was&lt;br /&gt;hoping I might be allowed to do business a few days before they&lt;br /&gt;told me to take my trade somewhere else. I walked in. It was a&lt;br /&gt;whopping big place and there must have been at least a couple of&lt;br /&gt;hundred people there staring at the quotations. I was glad,&lt;br /&gt;because in such a crowd I stood a better chance of being&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed. I stood and watched the board and looked them over&lt;br /&gt;carefully until I picked out the stock for my initial play.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw the order-clerk at the window where&lt;br /&gt;you put down your money and get your ticket. He was looking at&lt;br /&gt;me so I walked up to him and asked, "Is this where you trade in&lt;br /&gt;cotton and wheat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sonny," says he.&lt;br /&gt;"Can I buy stocks too?"&lt;br /&gt;"You can if you have the cash," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I got that all right, all right," I said like a&lt;br /&gt;boasting boy.&lt;br /&gt;"You have, have you?" he says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"How much stock can I buy for one hundred dollars?" I&lt;br /&gt;asked, peeved-like.&lt;br /&gt;"One hundred; if you got the hundred."&lt;br /&gt;"I got the hundred. Yes; and two hundred too!" I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Just you buy me two hundred shares," I said sharply.&lt;br /&gt;"Two hundred what?" he asked, serious now. It was&lt;br /&gt;business.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the board again as if to guess wisely and told&lt;br /&gt;him, "Two hundred Omaha."&lt;br /&gt;"All right!" he said. He took my money, counted it and&lt;br /&gt;wrote out the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?" he asked me, and I answered, "Horace&lt;br /&gt;Kent."&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the ticket and I went away and sat down among&lt;br /&gt;the customers to wait for the roll to grow. I got quick action&lt;br /&gt;and I traded several times that day. On the next day too. In two&lt;br /&gt;days I made twenty-eight hundred dollars, and I was hoping&lt;br /&gt;they'd let me finish the week out. At the rate I was going, that&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be so bad. Then I'd tackle the other shop, and if I had&lt;br /&gt;similar luck there I'd go back to New York with a wad I could do&lt;br /&gt;something with.&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the third day, when I went to the window,&lt;br /&gt;bashful -- like, to buy five hundred B. R. T. the clerk said to&lt;br /&gt;me, "Say, Mr. Kent, the boss wants to see you."&lt;br /&gt;I knew the game was up. But I asked him, "What does he want&lt;br /&gt;to see me about?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Where is he?"&lt;br /&gt;"In his private office. Go in that way." And he pointed to&lt;br /&gt;a door.&lt;br /&gt;I went in. Dolan was sitting at his desk. He swung around&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Sit down, Livermore."&lt;br /&gt;He pointed to a chair. My last hope vanished. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;how he discovered who I was; perhaps from the hotel register.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want to see me about?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, kid. I ain't got nothin' agin yeh, see? Nothin' at&lt;br /&gt;all. See?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't see," I said.&lt;br /&gt;He got up from his swivel chair. He was a whopping big guy.&lt;br /&gt;He said to me, "Just come over here, Livermore, will yeh?" and&lt;br /&gt;he walked to the door. He opened it and then he pointed to the&lt;br /&gt;customers in the big room.&lt;br /&gt;"D' yeh see them?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"See what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Them guys. Take a look at 'em, kid. There's three hundred&lt;br /&gt;of em! Three hundred suckers! They feed me and my family. See?&lt;br /&gt;Three hundred suckers! Then yeh come in, and in two days yeh cop&lt;br /&gt;more than I get out of the three hundred in two weeks. That&lt;br /&gt;ain't business, kid-not for me 1 I ain't got nothin' agin yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Yer welcome to what ye've got. But yeh don't get any more. There&lt;br /&gt;ain't any here for yeh!"&lt;br /&gt;“Why, I –“&lt;br /&gt;"That's all. I seen yeh come in day before yesterday, and I&lt;br /&gt;didn't like yer looks. On the level, I didn't. I spotted yeh for&lt;br /&gt;a ringer. I called in that jackass there"-- he pointed to the&lt;br /&gt;guilty clerk"and asked what you'd done; and when he told me I&lt;br /&gt;said to him: 'I don't like that guy's looks. He's a ringer!' And&lt;br /&gt;that piece of cheese says: 'Ringer my eye, boss! His name is&lt;br /&gt;Horace Kent, and he's a rah-rah boy playing at being used to&lt;br /&gt;long pants. He's all right!' Well, I let him have his way. That&lt;br /&gt;blankety-blank cost me twenty-eight hundred dollars. I don't&lt;br /&gt;grudge it yeh, my boy. But the safe is locked for yeh."&lt;br /&gt;"Look here" I began.&lt;br /&gt;"You look here, Livermore," he said. "I've heard all about&lt;br /&gt;yeh. I make my money coppering suckers' bets, and yeh don't&lt;br /&gt;belong here. I aim to be a sport and yer welcome to what yeh&lt;br /&gt;pried off 'n us. But more of that would make me a sucker, now&lt;br /&gt;that I know who yeh are. So toddle along, sonny!"&lt;br /&gt;I left Dolan's place with my twenty-eight hundred dollars'&lt;br /&gt;profit. Teller's place was in the same block. I had found out&lt;br /&gt;that Teller was a very rich man who also ran up a lot of pool&lt;br /&gt;rooms. I decided to go to his bucket shop. I wondered whether it&lt;br /&gt;would be wise to start moderately and work up to a thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares or to begin with a plunge, on the theory that I might not&lt;br /&gt;be able to trade more than one day. They get wise mighty quick&lt;br /&gt;when they're losing and I did want to buy one thousand B. R. T.&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I could take four or five points out of it. But if&lt;br /&gt;they got suspicious or if too many customers were long of that&lt;br /&gt;stock they might not let me trade at all. I thought perhaps I'd&lt;br /&gt;better scatter my trades at first and begin small.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as big a place as Dolan's, but the fixtures were&lt;br /&gt;nicer and evidently the crowd was of a better class. This suited&lt;br /&gt;me down to the ground and I decided to buy my one thousand B. R.&lt;br /&gt;T. So I stepped up to the proper window and said to the clerk,&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to buy some B. R. T. What's the limit?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's no limit," said the clerk. "You can buy all you&lt;br /&gt;please -- if you've got the money."&lt;br /&gt;"Buy fifteen hundred shares," I says, and took my roll from&lt;br /&gt;my pocket while the clerk starts to write the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a red-headed man just shove that clerk away from&lt;br /&gt;the counter. He leaned across and said to me, `Say, Livermore,&lt;br /&gt;you go back to Dolan's. We don't want your business."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait until I get my ticket," I said. "I just bought a&lt;br /&gt;little B. R. T."&lt;br /&gt;"You get no ticket here," he said. By this time other&lt;br /&gt;clerks had got behind him and were looking at me. "Don't ever&lt;br /&gt;come here to trade. We don't take your business. Understand?"&lt;br /&gt;There was no sense in getting mad or trying to argue, so I&lt;br /&gt;went back to the hotel, paid my bill and took the first train&lt;br /&gt;back to New York. It was tough. I wanted to take back some real&lt;br /&gt;money and that Teller wouldn't let me make even one trade.&lt;br /&gt;I got back to New York, paid Fullerton his five hundred,&lt;br /&gt;and started trading again with the St. Louis money. I had good&lt;br /&gt;and bad spells, but I was doing better than breaking even. After&lt;br /&gt;all, I didn't have much to unlearn; only to grasp the one fact&lt;br /&gt;that there was more to the game of stock speculation than I had&lt;br /&gt;considered before I went to Fullerton's office to trade. I was&lt;br /&gt;like one of those puzzle fans, doing the crossword puzzles in&lt;br /&gt;the Sunday supplement. He isn't satisfied until he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I certainly wanted to find the solution to my puzzle. I&lt;br /&gt;thought I was done with trading in bucket shops. But I was&lt;br /&gt;mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;About a couple of months after I got back to New York an&lt;br /&gt;old jigger came into Fullerton's office. He knew A. R. Somebody&lt;br /&gt;said they'd once owned a string of race horses together. It was&lt;br /&gt;plain he'd seen better days. I was introduced to old McDevitt.&lt;br /&gt;He was telling the crowd about a bunch of Western racetrack&lt;br /&gt;crooks who had just pulled off some skin game out in St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;The head devil, he said, was a poolroom owner by the name of&lt;br /&gt;Teller.&lt;br /&gt;"What Teller?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Teller; H. S. Teller."&lt;br /&gt;"I know that bird," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"He's no good," said McDevitt.&lt;br /&gt;"He's worse than that," I said, "and I have a little matter&lt;br /&gt;to settle with him."&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning how?"&lt;br /&gt;"The only way I can hit any of these short sports is&lt;br /&gt;through their pocketbook. I can't touch him in St. Louis just&lt;br /&gt;now, but some day I will." And I told McDevitt my grievance.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says old Mac, "he tried to connect here in New York&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't make it, so he's opened a place in Hoboken. The&lt;br /&gt;word's gone out that there is no limit to the play and that the&lt;br /&gt;house roll has got the Rock of Gibraltar faded to the shadow of&lt;br /&gt;a bantam flea."&lt;br /&gt;"What sort of a place?" I thought he meant pool room.&lt;br /&gt;"Bucket shop," said McDevitt.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure it's open?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes; I've seen several fellows who've told me about it."&lt;br /&gt;"That's only hearsay," I said. "Can you find out positively&lt;br /&gt;if it's running, and also how heavy they'll really let a man&lt;br /&gt;trade?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, sonny," said McDevitt. "I'll go myself tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;morning, and come back here and tell you."&lt;br /&gt;He did. It seems Teller was already doing a big business&lt;br /&gt;and would take all he could get. This was on a Friday. The&lt;br /&gt;market had been going up all that week -- this was twenty years&lt;br /&gt;ago, remember -- and it was a cinch the bank statement on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday would show a big decrease in the surplus reserve.&lt;br /&gt;That would give the conventional excuse to the big&lt;br /&gt;room traders to jump on the market and try to shake out some of&lt;br /&gt;the weak commission-house accounts. There would be the usual&lt;br /&gt;reactions in the last half hour of the trading, particularly in&lt;br /&gt;stocks in which the public had been the most active. Those, of&lt;br /&gt;course, also would be the very stocks that Teller's customers&lt;br /&gt;would be most heavily long of, and the shop might be glad to see&lt;br /&gt;some short selling in them. There is nothing so nice as if&lt;br /&gt;catching the suckers both ways; and nothing so easy with&lt;br /&gt;one-point margins.&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday morning I chased over to Hoboken to the&lt;br /&gt;Teller place. They had fitted up a big customers' room with a&lt;br /&gt;dandy quotation board and a full force of clerks and a special&lt;br /&gt;policeman in gray. There were about twenty-five customers.&lt;br /&gt;I got talking to the manager. He asked me what he could do&lt;br /&gt;for me and I told him nothing; that a fellow could make much&lt;br /&gt;more money at the track on account of the odds and the freedom&lt;br /&gt;to bet your whole roll and stand to win thousands in minutes&lt;br /&gt;instead of piking for chicken feed in stocks and having to wait&lt;br /&gt;days, perhaps. He began to tell me how much safer the&lt;br /&gt;stock-market game was, and how much some of their customers made&lt;br /&gt;-- you'd have sworn it was a regular broker who actually&lt;br /&gt;bought and sold your stocks on the Exchange and how if a man&lt;br /&gt;only traded heavy he could make enough to satisfy anybody. He&lt;br /&gt;must have thought I was headed for some pool room and he wanted&lt;br /&gt;a whack at my roll before the ponies nibbled it away, for he&lt;br /&gt;said I ought to hurry up as the market closed at twelve o'clock&lt;br /&gt;on Saturdays. That would leave me free to devote the entire&lt;br /&gt;afternoon to other pursuits. I might have a bigger roll to carry&lt;br /&gt;to the track with -- if I picked the right stocks.&lt;br /&gt;I looked as if I didn't believe him, and he kept on buzzing&lt;br /&gt;me. I was watching the clock. At 11:15 I said, "All right," and&lt;br /&gt;I began to give him selling orders in various stocks. I put up&lt;br /&gt;two thousand dollars in cash, and he was very glad to get it. He&lt;br /&gt;told me he thought I'd make a lot of money and hoped I'd come in&lt;br /&gt;often.&lt;br /&gt;It happened just as I figured. The traders hammered the&lt;br /&gt;stocks in which they figured they would uncover the most stops,&lt;br /&gt;and, sure enough, prices slid off. I closed out my trades just&lt;br /&gt;before the rally of the last five minutes on the usual traders'&lt;br /&gt;covering.&lt;br /&gt;There was fifty-one hundred dollars coming to me. I went to&lt;br /&gt;cash in.&lt;br /&gt;"I am glad I dropped in," I said to the manager, and gave&lt;br /&gt;him my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;"Say," he says to me, "I can't give you all of it. I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;looking for such a run. I'll have it here for you Monday&lt;br /&gt;morning, sure as blazes."&lt;br /&gt;"All right. But first I'll take all you have in the house,"&lt;br /&gt;I said.&lt;br /&gt;"You've got to let me pay off the little fellows," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll give you back what you put up, and anything that's left.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I cash the other tickets." So I waited while he paid&lt;br /&gt;off the other winners. Oh, I knew my money was safe. Teller&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't welsh with the office doing such a good business. And&lt;br /&gt;if he did, what else could I do better than to take all he had&lt;br /&gt;then and there? I got my own two thousand dollars and about&lt;br /&gt;eight hundred dollars besides, which was all he had in the&lt;br /&gt;office. I told him I'd be there Monday morning. He swore the&lt;br /&gt;money would be waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;I got to Hoboken a little before twelve on Monday. I saw a&lt;br /&gt;fellow talking to the manager that I had seen in the St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;office the day Teller told me to go back to Dolan. I knew at&lt;br /&gt;once that the manager had telegraphed to the home office and&lt;br /&gt;they'd sent up one of their men to investigate the story.&lt;br /&gt;Crooks don't trust anybody. _&lt;br /&gt;"I came for the balance of my money," I said to the&lt;br /&gt;manager.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this the man?" asked the St. Louis chap.&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on!" said the St. Louis fellow to him and then turns&lt;br /&gt;to me, "Say, Livermore, didn't we tell you we didn't want your&lt;br /&gt;business?"&lt;br /&gt;"Give me my money first," I said to the manager, and he&lt;br /&gt;forked over two thousands, four five-hundreds and three&lt;br /&gt;hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?" I said to St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;"We told you we didn't want you to trade in our place."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said; "that's why I came."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, don't come any more. Keep away!" he snarled at me.&lt;br /&gt;The private policeman in gray came over, casual-like. St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;shook his fist at the manager and yelled: "You ought to've known&lt;br /&gt;better, you poor boob, than to let this guy get into you. He's&lt;br /&gt;Livermore. You had your orders."&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you," I said to the St. Louis man. "This isn't St.&lt;br /&gt;Louis. You can't pull off any trick here, like your boss did&lt;br /&gt;with Belfast Boy."&lt;br /&gt;"You keep away from this office! You can't trade here!" he&lt;br /&gt;yells.&lt;br /&gt;"If I can't trade here nobody else is going to," I told&lt;br /&gt;him. "You can't get away with that sort of stuff here."&lt;br /&gt;Well, St. Louis changed his tune at once.&lt;br /&gt;"Look here, old boy," he said, all fussed up, "do us a&lt;br /&gt;favor. Be reasonable ! You know we can't stand this every day.&lt;br /&gt;The old man's going to hit the ceiling when he hears who it was.&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart, Livermore !"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go easy," I promised.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to reason, won't you? For the love of Pete, keep&lt;br /&gt;away! Give us a chance to get a good start. We're new here. Will&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the manager, and took a bunch of yellow backs&lt;br /&gt;from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want any of this high-and-mighty business the next&lt;br /&gt;time I come," I said, and left him talking to the manager at the&lt;br /&gt;rate of a million a minute. I'd got some money out of them for&lt;br /&gt;the way they treated me in St. Louis. There wasn't any sense in&lt;br /&gt;my getting hot or trying to close them up. I went back to&lt;br /&gt;Fullerton's office and told McDevitt what had happened. Then I&lt;br /&gt;told him that if it was agreeable to him I'd like to have him go&lt;br /&gt;to Teller's place and begin trading in twenty or thirty share&lt;br /&gt;lots, to get them used to him. Then, the moment I saw a good&lt;br /&gt;chance to clean up big, I'd telephone him and he could plunge.&lt;br /&gt;I gave McDevitt a thousand dollars and he went to Hoboken&lt;br /&gt;and did as I told him. He got to be one of the regulars. Then&lt;br /&gt;one day when I thought I saw a break impending I slipped Mac the&lt;br /&gt;word and he sold all they'd let him. I cleared twenty-eight&lt;br /&gt;hundred dollars that day, after giving Mac his rake-off and&lt;br /&gt;paying expenses, and I suspect Mac put down a little bet of his&lt;br /&gt;own besides. Less than a month after that, Teller closed his&lt;br /&gt;Hoboken branch. The police got busy. And, anyhow, it didn't pay,&lt;br /&gt;though I only traded there twice. We ran into a crazy bull&lt;br /&gt;market when stocks didn't react enough to wipe out even the&lt;br /&gt;one-point margins, and, of course, all the customers were bulls&lt;br /&gt;and winning and pyramiding. No end of bucket shops busted all&lt;br /&gt;over the country.&lt;br /&gt;Their game has changed. Trading in the old-fashioned bucket&lt;br /&gt;shop had some decided advantages over speculating in a reputable&lt;br /&gt;broker's office. For one thing, the automatic closing out of&lt;br /&gt;your trade when the margin reached the exhaustion point was the&lt;br /&gt;best kind of stop-loss order. You couldn't get stung for more&lt;br /&gt;than you had put up, and there was no danger of rotten execution&lt;br /&gt;of orders, and so on. In New York the shops never were as&lt;br /&gt;liberal with their patrons as I've heard they were in the West.&lt;br /&gt;Here they used to limit the possible profit on certain stocks&lt;br /&gt;of. the football order to two points. Sugar and Tennessee Coal&lt;br /&gt;and Iron were among these. No matter if they moved ten points in&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes you could only make two on one ticket. They figured&lt;br /&gt;that otherwise the customer was getting too big odds; he stood&lt;br /&gt;to lose one dollar and to make ten. And then there were times&lt;br /&gt;when all the shops, including the biggest, refused to take&lt;br /&gt;orders on certain stocks. In igoo, on the day before Election&lt;br /&gt;Day, when it was a foregone conclusion that McKinley would win,&lt;br /&gt;not a shop in the land let its customers buy stocks. The&lt;br /&gt;election odds were 3 to t on McKinley. By buying stocks on&lt;br /&gt;Monday you stood to make from three to six points or more. A man&lt;br /&gt;could bet on Bryan and buy stocks and make sure money. The&lt;br /&gt;bucket shops refused orders that day.&lt;br /&gt;If it hadn't been for their refusing to take my business I&lt;br /&gt;never would have stopped trading in them. And then I never would&lt;br /&gt;have learned that there was much more to the game of stock&lt;br /&gt;speculation than to play for fluctuations of a few points.&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER III&lt;br /&gt;It takes a man a long time to learn all the lessons of all&lt;br /&gt;his mistakes. They say there are two sides to everything. But&lt;br /&gt;there is only one side to the stock market; and it is not the&lt;br /&gt;bull side or the bear side, but the right side. It took me&lt;br /&gt;longer to get that general principle fixed firmly in my mind&lt;br /&gt;than it did most of the more technical phases of the game of&lt;br /&gt;stock speculation.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of people who amuse themselves conducting&lt;br /&gt;imaginary operations in the stock market to prove with imaginary&lt;br /&gt;dollars how right they are. Sometimes these ghost gamblers make&lt;br /&gt;millions. It is very easy to be a plunger that way. It is like&lt;br /&gt;the old story of the man who was going to fight a duel the next&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;His second asked him, "Are you a good shot?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the duelist, "I can snap the stem of a wineglass&lt;br /&gt;at twenty paces," and he looked modest.&lt;br /&gt;"That's all very well," said the unimpressed second. "But&lt;br /&gt;can you snap the stem of the wineglass while the wineglass is&lt;br /&gt;pointing a loaded pistol straight at your heart?"&lt;br /&gt;With me I must back my opinions with my money. My losses&lt;br /&gt;have taught me that I must not begin to advance until I am sure&lt;br /&gt;I shall not have to retreat. But if I cannot advance I do not&lt;br /&gt;move at all. I do not mean by this that a man should not limit&lt;br /&gt;his losses when he is wrong. He should. But that should not&lt;br /&gt;breed indecision. All my life I have made mistakes, but in&lt;br /&gt;losing money I have gained experience and accumulated a lot of&lt;br /&gt;valuable don'ts. I have been flat broke several times, but my&lt;br /&gt;loss has never been a total loss. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;now. I always knew I would have another chance and that I would&lt;br /&gt;not make the same mistake a second time. I believed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;A man must believe in himself and his judgment if he ex&lt;br /&gt;peas to make a living at this game. That is why I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;in tips. If I buy stocks on Smith’s tip I must sell those same&lt;br /&gt;stocks on Smith's tip. I am depending on him. Suppose Smith is&lt;br /&gt;away on a holiday when the selling time comes around? No, sir,&lt;br /&gt;nobody can make big money on what someone else tells him to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know from experience that nobody can give me a tip or a series&lt;br /&gt;of tips that will make more money for me than my own judgment.&lt;br /&gt;It took me five years to learn to play the game intelligently&lt;br /&gt;enough to make big money when I was right.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have as many interesting experiences as you might&lt;br /&gt;imagine. I mean, the process of learning how to speculate does&lt;br /&gt;not seem very dramatic at this distance. I went broke several&lt;br /&gt;times, and that is never pleasant, but the way I lost money is&lt;br /&gt;the way everybody loses money who loses money in Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;Speculation is a hard and trying business, and a speculator must&lt;br /&gt;be on the job all the time or he'll soon have no job to be on.&lt;br /&gt;My task, as I should have known after my early reverses at&lt;br /&gt;Fullerton's, was very simple: To look at speculation from&lt;br /&gt;another angle. But I didn't know that there was much more to the&lt;br /&gt;game than I could possibly learn in the bucket shops. There I&lt;br /&gt;thought I was beating the game when in reality I was only&lt;br /&gt;beating the shop. At the same time the tape-reading ability that&lt;br /&gt;trading in bucket shops developed in me and the training of my&lt;br /&gt;memory have been extremely valuable. Both of these things came&lt;br /&gt;easy to me. I owe my early success as a trader to them and not&lt;br /&gt;to brains or knowledge, because my mind was untrained and my&lt;br /&gt;ignorance was colossal. The game taught me the game. And it&lt;br /&gt;didn't spare the rod while teaching.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my very first day in New York. I told you how&lt;br /&gt;the bucket shops, by refusing to take my business, drove me to&lt;br /&gt;seek a reputable commission house. One of the boys in the office&lt;br /&gt;where I got my first job was working for Harding Brothers,&lt;br /&gt;members of the New York Stock Exchange. I arrived in this city&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, and before one o'clock that same day I had&lt;br /&gt;opened an account with the firm and was ready to trade.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't explain to you how natural it was for me to trade&lt;br /&gt;there exactly as I had done in the bucket shops, where all I did&lt;br /&gt;was to bet on fluctuations and catch small but sure changes in&lt;br /&gt;prices. Nobody offered to point out the essential differences or&lt;br /&gt;set me right. If somebody had told me my method would not work I&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless would have tried it out to make sure for myself,&lt;br /&gt;for when I am wrong only one thing convinces me of it, and that&lt;br /&gt;is, to lose money. And I am only right when I make money. That&lt;br /&gt;is speculating.&lt;br /&gt;They were having some pretty lively times those days and&lt;br /&gt;the market was very active. That always cheers up a fellow. I&lt;br /&gt;felt at home right away. There was the old familiar quotation&lt;br /&gt;board in front of me, talking a language that I had learned&lt;br /&gt;before I was fifteen years old. There was a boy doing exactly&lt;br /&gt;the same thing I used to do in the first office I ever worked&lt;br /&gt;in. There were the customers -- same old bunch -- looking at the&lt;br /&gt;board or standing by the ticket calling out the prices and&lt;br /&gt;talking about the market. The machinery was to all appearances&lt;br /&gt;the same machinery that I was used to. The atmosphere was the&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere I had breathed since I had made my first stock-market&lt;br /&gt;money -- $3.12 in Burlington. The same kind of ticker and the&lt;br /&gt;same kind of traders, therefore the same kind of game. And&lt;br /&gt;remember, I was only twenty-two. I suppose I thought I knew the&lt;br /&gt;game from A to Z. Why shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;I watched the board and saw something that looked good to&lt;br /&gt;me. It was behaving right. I bought a hundred at 84. I got out&lt;br /&gt;at 85 in less than a half hour. Then I saw something else I&lt;br /&gt;liked, and I did the same thing; took three-quarters of a point&lt;br /&gt;net within a very short time. I began well, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Now mark this: On that, my first day as a customer of a&lt;br /&gt;reputable Stock Exchange house, and only two hours of it at&lt;br /&gt;that, I traded in eleven hundred shares of stock, jumping in and&lt;br /&gt;out. And the net result of the day's operations was that I lost&lt;br /&gt;exactly eleven hundred dollars. That is to say, on my first&lt;br /&gt;attempt, nearly one-half of my stake went up the flue.&lt;br /&gt;And remember, some of the trades showed me a profit. But I&lt;br /&gt;quit eleven hundred dollars minus for the day.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't worry me, because I couldn't see where there was&lt;br /&gt;anything wrong with me. My moves, also, were right enough, and&lt;br /&gt;if I had been trading in the old Cosmopolitan shop I'd have&lt;br /&gt;broken better than even. That the machine wasn’t, as it ought to&lt;br /&gt;be, my eleven hundred vanished dollars plainly told me. But as&lt;br /&gt;long as the machinist was all right there was no need to stew.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance at twenty-two isn't a structural defect.&lt;br /&gt;After a few days I said to myself, "I can't trade this way&lt;br /&gt;here. The ticker doesn't help as it should!" But I let it go at&lt;br /&gt;that without getting down to bedrock. I kept it up, having good&lt;br /&gt;days and bad days, until I was cleaned out. I went to old&lt;br /&gt;Fullerton and got him to stake me to five hundred dollars. And I&lt;br /&gt;came back from St. Louis, as I told you, with money I took out&lt;br /&gt;of the bucket shops there -- a game I could always beat.&lt;br /&gt;I played more carefully and did better for a while. As soon&lt;br /&gt;as I was in easy circumstances I began to live pretty well. I&lt;br /&gt;made friends and had a good time. I was not quite twenty-three,&lt;br /&gt;remember; all alone in New York with easy money in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;and the belief in my heart that I was beginning to understand&lt;br /&gt;the new machine.&lt;br /&gt;I was making allowances for the actual execution of my&lt;br /&gt;orders on the floor of the Exchange, and moving more cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;But I was still sticking to the tape -- that is, I was still&lt;br /&gt;ignoring general principles; and as long as I did that I could&lt;br /&gt;not spot the exact trouble with my game.&lt;br /&gt;We ran into the big boom of t9oi and I made a great deal of&lt;br /&gt;money -- that is, for a boy. You remember those times? The&lt;br /&gt;prosperity of the country was unprecedented. We not only ran&lt;br /&gt;into an era of industrial consolidations and combinations of&lt;br /&gt;capital that beat anything we had had up to that time, but the&lt;br /&gt;public went stock mad. In previous flush times, I have heard,&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street used to brag of two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-share&lt;br /&gt;days, when securities of a par value of twenty-five million&lt;br /&gt;dollars changed hands. But in 1901 we had a three-million-share&lt;br /&gt;day. Everybody was making money. The steel crowd came to town, a&lt;br /&gt;horde of millionaires with no more regard for money than drunken&lt;br /&gt;sailors. The only game that satisfied them was the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;We had some of the biggest high rollers the Street ever saw:&lt;br /&gt;John W. Gates, of `Bet-you-a-million' fame, and his friends,&lt;br /&gt;like John A. Drake, Loyal Smith, and the rest; the&lt;br /&gt;Reid-Leeds-Moore crowd, who sold part of their Steel holdings&lt;br /&gt;and with the proceeds bought in the open market the actual&lt;br /&gt;majority of the stock of the great Rock Island system; and&lt;br /&gt;Schwab and Frick and Phipps and the Pittsburgh coterie; to say&lt;br /&gt;nothing of scores of men who were lost in the shuffle but would&lt;br /&gt;have been called great plungers at any other time. A fellow&lt;br /&gt;could buy and sell all the stock there was. Keene made a market&lt;br /&gt;for the U. S. Steel shares. A broker sold one hundred thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares in a few minutes. A wonderful time! And there were some&lt;br /&gt;wonderful winnings. And no taxes to pay on stock sales! And no&lt;br /&gt;day of reckoning in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after a while, I heard a lot of calamity howling&lt;br /&gt;and the old stagers said everybody -- except themselves -- had&lt;br /&gt;gone crazy: But everybody except themselves was making money. I&lt;br /&gt;knew, of course, there must be a limit to the advances and an&lt;br /&gt;end to the crazy buying of A. O. T.-- Any Old Thing and I got&lt;br /&gt;bearish. But every time I sold I lost money, and if it hadn't&lt;br /&gt;been that I ran darn quick I'd have lost a heap more. I looked&lt;br /&gt;for a break, but I was playing safe -- making money when I&lt;br /&gt;bought and chipping it out when I sold short so that I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;profiting by the boom as much as you'd think when you consider&lt;br /&gt;how heavily I used to trade, even as a boy.&lt;br /&gt;There was one stock that I wasn't short of, and that was&lt;br /&gt;Northern Pacific. My tape reading came in handy. I thought most&lt;br /&gt;stocks had been bought to a standstill, but Little Nipper&lt;br /&gt;behaved as if it were going still higher. We know now that both&lt;br /&gt;the common and the preferred were being steadily absorbed by the&lt;br /&gt;Kuhn-Loeb-Harriman combination. Well, I was long a thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares of Northern Pacific common, and held it against the&lt;br /&gt;advice of everybody in the office. When it got to about 110 I&lt;br /&gt;had thirty points profit, and I grabbed it. It made my balance&lt;br /&gt;at my brokers' nearly fifty thousand dollars, the greatest&lt;br /&gt;amount of money I had been able to accumulate up to that time.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad for a chap who had lost every cent trading in&lt;br /&gt;that selfsame office a few months before.&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, the Harriman crowd notified Morgan and&lt;br /&gt;Hill of their intention to be represented in the Burlington-&lt;br /&gt;Great Northern-Northern Pacific combination, and then the Morgan&lt;br /&gt;people at first instructed Keene to buy fifty thousand shares of&lt;br /&gt;N. P. to keep the control in their possession. I have heard that&lt;br /&gt;Keene told Robert Bacon to make the order one hundred and fifty&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares and the bankers did. At all events, Keene sent&lt;br /&gt;one of his brokers, Eddie Norton, into the N. P, crowd and he&lt;br /&gt;bought one hundred thousand shares of the stock. This was&lt;br /&gt;followed by another order, I think, of fifty thousand shares&lt;br /&gt;additional, and the famous corner followed. After the market&lt;br /&gt;closed on May 8, 1901, the whole world knew that a battle of&lt;br /&gt;financial giants was on. No two such combinations of capital had&lt;br /&gt;ever opposed each other in this country. Harriman against&lt;br /&gt;Morgan; an irresistible force meeting an immovable object.&lt;br /&gt;There I was on the morning of May ninth with nearly fifty&lt;br /&gt;thousand dollars in cash and no stocks. As I told you, I had&lt;br /&gt;been very bearish for some days, and here was my chance at last.&lt;br /&gt;I knew what would happen -- an awful break and then some&lt;br /&gt;wonderful bargains. There would be a quick recovery and big&lt;br /&gt;profits for those who had picked up the bargains. It didn't take&lt;br /&gt;a Sherlock Holmes to figure this out. We were going to have an&lt;br /&gt;opportunity to catch them coming and going, not only for big&lt;br /&gt;money but for sure money.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened as I had foreseen. I was dead right and&lt;br /&gt;I lost every cent I had! I was wiped out by something that was&lt;br /&gt;unusual. If the unusual never happened there would be no&lt;br /&gt;difference in people and then there wouldn't be any fun in life.&lt;br /&gt;The game would become merely a matter of addition and&lt;br /&gt;subtraction. It would make of us a race of bookkeepers with&lt;br /&gt;plodding minds. It's the guessing that develops a man's&lt;br /&gt;brainpower. Just consider what you have to do to guess right.&lt;br /&gt;The market fairly boiled, as I had expected. The&lt;br /&gt;transactions were enormous and the fluctuations unprecedented in&lt;br /&gt;extent. I put in a lot of selling orders at the market. When I&lt;br /&gt;saw the opening prices I had a fit, the breaks were so awful. My&lt;br /&gt;brokers were on the job. They were as competent and&lt;br /&gt;conscientious as any; but by the time they executed my orders&lt;br /&gt;the stocks had broken twenty points more. The tape was way&lt;br /&gt;behind the market and reports were slow in coming in by reason&lt;br /&gt;of the awful rush of business. When I found out that the stocks&lt;br /&gt;I had ordered sold when the tape said the price was, say, zoo&lt;br /&gt;and they got mine off at 80, making a total decline of thirty or&lt;br /&gt;forty points from the previous night's close, it seemed to me&lt;br /&gt;that I was putting out shorts at a level that made the stocks I&lt;br /&gt;sold the very bargains I had planned to buy. The market was not&lt;br /&gt;going to drop right through to China. So I decided instantly to&lt;br /&gt;cover my shorts and go long.&lt;br /&gt;My brokers bought; not at the level that had made me turn,&lt;br /&gt;but at the prices prevailing in the Stock Exchange when their&lt;br /&gt;floor man got my orders. They paid an average of fifteen points&lt;br /&gt;more than I had figured on. A loss of thirty-five points in one&lt;br /&gt;day was more than anybody could stand.&lt;br /&gt;The ticker beat me by lagging so far behind the market. I&lt;br /&gt;was accustomed to regarding the tape as the best little friend I&lt;br /&gt;had because I bet according to what it told me. But this time&lt;br /&gt;the tape double-crossed me. The divergence between the printed&lt;br /&gt;and the actual prices undid me. It was the sublimation of my&lt;br /&gt;previous unsuccess, the selfsame thing that had beaten me&lt;br /&gt;before. It seems so obvious now that tape reading is not enough,&lt;br /&gt;irrespective of the brokers' execution, that I wonder why I&lt;br /&gt;didn't then see both my trouble and the remedy for it.&lt;br /&gt;I did worse than not see it; I kept on trading, in and out,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the execution. You see, I never could trade with a&lt;br /&gt;limit. I must take my chances with the market. That is what I am&lt;br /&gt;trying to beat the market, not the particular price. When I&lt;br /&gt;think I should sell, I sell. When I think stocks will go up, I&lt;br /&gt;buy. My adherence to that general&lt;br /&gt;principle of speculation saved me. To have traded at limited&lt;br /&gt;prices simply would have been my old bucket-shop method&lt;br /&gt;inefficiently adapted for use in a reputable commission broker's&lt;br /&gt;office. I would never have learned to know what stock&lt;br /&gt;speculation is, but would have kept on betting on what a limited&lt;br /&gt;experience told me was a sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I did try to limit the prices in order to minimize&lt;br /&gt;the disadvantages of trading at the market when the ticker&lt;br /&gt;lagged, I simply found that the market got away from me. This&lt;br /&gt;happened so often that I stopped trying. I can't tell you how it&lt;br /&gt;came to take me so many years to learn that instead of placing&lt;br /&gt;piking bets on what the next few quotations were going to be, my&lt;br /&gt;game was to anticipate what was going to happen in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;After my May ninth mishap I plugged along, using a modified&lt;br /&gt;but still defective method. If I hadn't made money some of the&lt;br /&gt;time I might have acquired market wisdom quicker. But I was&lt;br /&gt;making enough to enable me to live well. I liked friends and a&lt;br /&gt;good time. I was living down the Jersey Coast that summer, like&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of prosperous Wall Street men. My winnings were not&lt;br /&gt;quite enough to offset both my losses and my living expenses.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't keep on trading the way I did through&lt;br /&gt;stubbornness. I simply wasn't able to state my own problem to&lt;br /&gt;myself, and, of course, it was utterly hopeless to try to solve&lt;br /&gt;it. I harp on this topic so much to show what I had to go&lt;br /&gt;through before I got to where I could really make money. My old&lt;br /&gt;shotgun and BB shot could not do the work of a high-power&lt;br /&gt;repeating rifle against big game.&lt;br /&gt;Early that fall I not only was cleaned out again but I was&lt;br /&gt;so sick of the game I could no longer beat that I decided to&lt;br /&gt;leave New York and try something else some other place. I had&lt;br /&gt;been trading since my fourteenth year. I had made my first&lt;br /&gt;thousand dollars when I was a kid of fifteen, and my first ten&lt;br /&gt;thousand before I was twenty-one. I had made and lost a&lt;br /&gt;ten-thousand-dollar stake more than once. In New York I had made&lt;br /&gt;thousands and lost them. I got up to fifty thousand dollars and&lt;br /&gt;two days later that went. I had no other business and knew no&lt;br /&gt;other game. After several years I was back where I began. No&lt;br /&gt;worse, for I had acquired habits and a style of living that&lt;br /&gt;required money; though that part didn't bother me as much as&lt;br /&gt;being wrong so consistently.&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER IV&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I went home. But the moment I was back I knew that I&lt;br /&gt;had but one mission in life and that was to get a stake and go&lt;br /&gt;back to Wall Street. That was the only place in the country&lt;br /&gt;where I could trade heavily. Some day, when my game was all&lt;br /&gt;right, I'd need such a place. When a man is right he wants to&lt;br /&gt;get all that is coming to him for being right.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much hope, but, of course, I tried to get&lt;br /&gt;into the bucket shops again. There were fewer of them and some&lt;br /&gt;of them were run by strangers. Those who remembered me wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance to show them whether I had gone back as a&lt;br /&gt;trader or not. I told them the truth, that I had lost in New&lt;br /&gt;York whatever I had made at home; that I didn't know as much as&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I did; and that there was no reason why it&lt;br /&gt;should not now be good business for them to let me trade with&lt;br /&gt;them. But they wouldn't. And the new places were unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;Their owners thought twenty shares was as much as a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;ought to buy if he had any reason to suspect he was going to&lt;br /&gt;guess right.&lt;br /&gt;I needed the money and the bigger shops were taking in&lt;br /&gt;plenty of it from their regular customers. I got a friend of&lt;br /&gt;mine to go into a certain office and trade. I just sauntered in&lt;br /&gt;to look them over. I again tried to coax the order clerk to accept&lt;br /&gt;a small order, even if it was only fifty shares. Of course&lt;br /&gt;he said no. I had rigged up a code with this friend so that he&lt;br /&gt;would buy or sell when and what I told him. But that only made&lt;br /&gt;me chicken feed. Then the office began to grumble about taking&lt;br /&gt;my friend's orders. Finally one day he tried to sell a hundred&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul and they shut down on him.&lt;br /&gt;We learned afterward that one of the customers saw us&lt;br /&gt;talking together outside and went in and told the office, and&lt;br /&gt;when my friend went up to the order clerk to sell that hundred&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul the guy said&lt;br /&gt;"We're not taking any selling orders in St. Paul, not from&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;"Why, what's the matter, Joe?" asked my friend.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing doing, that's all," answered Joe.&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that money any good? Look it over. It's all there."&lt;br /&gt;And my friend passed over the hundred -- my hundred in tens. He&lt;br /&gt;tried to look indignant and I was looking unconcerned; but most&lt;br /&gt;of the other customers were getting close to the combatants, as&lt;br /&gt;they always did when there was loud talking or the slightest&lt;br /&gt;semblance of a scrap between the shop and any customer. They&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get a line on the merits of the case in order to get a&lt;br /&gt;line on the solvency of the concern.&lt;br /&gt;The clerk, Joe, who was a sort of assistant manager, came&lt;br /&gt;out from behind his cage, walked up to my friend, looked at him&lt;br /&gt;and then looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"It's funny," he said slowly"it's damned funny that you&lt;br /&gt;never do a single thing here when your friend Livermore isn't&lt;br /&gt;around. You just sit and look at the board by the hour. Never a&lt;br /&gt;peep. But after he comes in you get busy all of a sudden. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;you are acting for yourself; but not in this office any more. We&lt;br /&gt;don't fall for Livermore tipping you off."&lt;br /&gt;Well, that stopped my board money. But I had made a few&lt;br /&gt;hundred more than I had spent and I wondered how I could use&lt;br /&gt;them, for the need of making enough money to go back to New York&lt;br /&gt;with was more urgent than ever. I felt that I would do better&lt;br /&gt;the next time. I had had time to think calmly of some of my&lt;br /&gt;foolish plays; and then, one can see the whole better when one&lt;br /&gt;sees it from a little distance. The immediate problem was to&lt;br /&gt;make the new stake.&lt;br /&gt;One day I was in a hotel lobby, talking to some fellows I&lt;br /&gt;knew, who were pretty steady traders. Everybody was talking&lt;br /&gt;stock market. I made the remark that nobody could beat the game&lt;br /&gt;on account of the rotten execution he got from his brokers,&lt;br /&gt;especially when he traded at the market, as I did.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow piped up and asked me what particular brokers I&lt;br /&gt;meant.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "The best in the land," and he asked who might they&lt;br /&gt;be. I could see he wasn't going to believe I ever dealt with&lt;br /&gt;first-class houses.&lt;br /&gt;But I said, "I mean; any member of the New York Stock&lt;br /&gt;Exchange. It isn't that they are crooked or careless, but when a&lt;br /&gt;man gives an order to buy at the market he never knows what that&lt;br /&gt;stock is going to cost him until he gets a report from the&lt;br /&gt;brokers. There are more moves of one or two points than of ten&lt;br /&gt;or fifteen. But the outside trader can't catch the small rises&lt;br /&gt;or drops because of the execution. I'd rather trade in a bucket&lt;br /&gt;shop any day in the week, if they'd only let a fellow trade&lt;br /&gt;big."&lt;br /&gt;The man who had spoken to me I had never seen before. His&lt;br /&gt;name was Roberts. He seemed very friendly disposed. He took me&lt;br /&gt;aside and asked me if I had ever traded in any of the other&lt;br /&gt;exchanges, and I sand no. He said he knew some houses that were&lt;br /&gt;members of the Cotton Exchange and the Produce Exchange and the&lt;br /&gt;smaller stock exchanges. These firms were very careful and paid&lt;br /&gt;special attention to the execution. He said that they had&lt;br /&gt;confidential connections with the biggest and smartest houses on&lt;br /&gt;the New York Stock Exchange and through their personal pull and&lt;br /&gt;by guaranteeing a business of hundreds of thousands of shares a&lt;br /&gt;month they got much better service than an individual customer&lt;br /&gt;could get.&lt;br /&gt;"They really cater to the small customer," he said. "They make&lt;br /&gt;a specialty of out-of-town business and they take just as much&lt;br /&gt;pains with a ten-share order as they do with one for ten&lt;br /&gt;thousand. They are very competent and honest."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But if they pay the Stock Exchange house the regular&lt;br /&gt;eighth commission, where do they come in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they are supposed to pay the eighth. But you know!" He&lt;br /&gt;winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said. "But the one thing a Stock Exchange firm&lt;br /&gt;will not do is to split commissions. The governors would rather&lt;br /&gt;a member committed murder, arson and bigamy than to do business&lt;br /&gt;for outsiders for less than a kosher eighth. The very life of&lt;br /&gt;the Stock Exchange depends upon their not violating that one&lt;br /&gt;rule."&lt;br /&gt;He must have seen that I had talked with Stock Exchange&lt;br /&gt;people, for he said, "Listen! Every now and then one of those&lt;br /&gt;pious Stock Exchange houses is suspended for a year for violating&lt;br /&gt;that rule, isn't it? There are ways and ways of rebating&lt;br /&gt;so nobody can squeal." He probably saw unbelief in my face, for&lt;br /&gt;he went on: "And besides, on certain kind of business we -- I&lt;br /&gt;mean, these wire houses-charge a thirty-second extra, in&lt;br /&gt;addition to the eighth commission. They are very nice about it.&lt;br /&gt;They never charge the extra commission except in unusual cases,&lt;br /&gt;and then only if the customer has an inactive account. It&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't pay them, you know, otherwise. They aren't in business&lt;br /&gt;exclusively for their health."&lt;br /&gt;By that time I knew he was touting for some phony brokers.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know any reliable house of that kind?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"I know the biggest brokerage firm in the United States,"&lt;br /&gt;he said. "I trade there myself. They have branches in seventyeight&lt;br /&gt;cities in the United States and Canada. They do an&lt;br /&gt;enormous business. And they couldn't very well do it year in and&lt;br /&gt;year out if they weren't strictly on the level, could they?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly not," I agreed. "Do they trade in the same&lt;br /&gt;stocks that are dealt in on the New York Stock Exchange?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course; and on the curb and on any other exchange in&lt;br /&gt;this country, or Europe. They deal in wheat, cotton, provisions;&lt;br /&gt;anything you want. They have correspondents everywhere and&lt;br /&gt;memberships in all the exchanges, either in their own name or on&lt;br /&gt;the quiet."&lt;br /&gt;I knew by that time, but I thought I'd lead him on.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said, "but that does not alter the fact that the&lt;br /&gt;orders have to be executed by somebody, and nobody living can&lt;br /&gt;guarantee how the market will be or how close the ticker's&lt;br /&gt;prices are to the actual prices on the floor of the Exchange. By&lt;br /&gt;the time a man gets the quotation here, he hands in an order,&lt;br /&gt;and it's telegraphed to New York, some valuable time has gone. I&lt;br /&gt;might better go back to New York and lose my money there in&lt;br /&gt;respectable company."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know anything about losing money; our customers&lt;br /&gt;don't acquire that habit. They make money. We take care of&lt;br /&gt;that."&lt;br /&gt;"Your customers?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I take an interest in the firm, and if I can turn&lt;br /&gt;some business their way I do so because they've always treated&lt;br /&gt;me white and I've made a good deal of money through them. If you&lt;br /&gt;wish I'll introduce you to the manager."&lt;br /&gt;"What's the name of the firm?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;He told me. I had heard about them. They ran ads in all the&lt;br /&gt;papers, calling attention to the great profits made by those&lt;br /&gt;customers who followed their inside information on active&lt;br /&gt;stocks. That was the firm's great specialty. They were not a&lt;br /&gt;regular bucket shop, but bucketeers, alleged brokers who&lt;br /&gt;bucketed their orders but nevertheless went through an elaborate&lt;br /&gt;camouflage to convince the world that they were regular brokers&lt;br /&gt;engaged in a legitimate business. They were one of the oldest of&lt;br /&gt;that class of firms.&lt;br /&gt;They were the prototype at that time of the same sort of&lt;br /&gt;brokers that went broke this year by the dozen. The general&lt;br /&gt;principles and methods were the same, though the particular&lt;br /&gt;devices for fleecing the public differed somewhat, certain&lt;br /&gt;details having been changed when the old tricks became too well&lt;br /&gt;known.&lt;br /&gt;These people used to send out tips to buy or sell a certain&lt;br /&gt;stock -- hundreds of telegrams advising the instant purchase of&lt;br /&gt;a certain stock and hundreds recommending other customers to&lt;br /&gt;sell the same stock, on the old racing-tipster plan. Then orders&lt;br /&gt;to buy and sell would come in. The firm would buy and sell, say,&lt;br /&gt;a thousand of that stock through a reputable Stock Exchange firm&lt;br /&gt;and get a regular report on it. This report they would show to&lt;br /&gt;any doubting Thomas who was impolite enough to speak about&lt;br /&gt;bucketing customers' orders.&lt;br /&gt;They also used to form discretionary pools in the office&lt;br /&gt;and as a great favor allowed their customers to authorize them,&lt;br /&gt;in writing, to trade with the customer's money and in the customer's&lt;br /&gt;name, as they in their judgment deemed best. That way&lt;br /&gt;the most cantankerous customer had no legal redress when his&lt;br /&gt;money disappeared. They'd bull a stock, on paper, and put the&lt;br /&gt;customers in and then they'd execute one of the oldfashioned&lt;br /&gt;bucket-shop drives and wipe out hundreds of shoe-string margins.&lt;br /&gt;They did not spare anyone, women, schoolteachers and old men&lt;br /&gt;being their best bet.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sore on all brokers," I told the tout. "I'll have to&lt;br /&gt;think this over," and I left him so he wouldn't talk any more to&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;I inquired about this firm. I learned that they had&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of customers and although there were the usual stories&lt;br /&gt;I did not find any case of a customer not getting his money from&lt;br /&gt;them if he won any. The difficulty was in finding anybody who&lt;br /&gt;had ever won in that office; but I did. Things seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;going their way just then, and that meant that they probably&lt;br /&gt;would not welsh if a trade went against them. Of course most&lt;br /&gt;concerns of that kind eventually go broke. There are times when&lt;br /&gt;there are regular epidemics of bucketeering bankruptcies, like&lt;br /&gt;the old-fashioned runs on several banks after one of them goes&lt;br /&gt;up. The customers of the others get frightened and they run to&lt;br /&gt;take their money out. But there are plenty of retired&lt;br /&gt;bucket-shop keepers in this country.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard nothing alarming about the tout's firm except&lt;br /&gt;that they were on the make, first, last and all the time, and&lt;br /&gt;that they were not always truthful. Their specialty was trimming&lt;br /&gt;suckers who wanted to get rich quick. But they always asked&lt;br /&gt;their customers' permission, in writing, to take their rolls&lt;br /&gt;away from them.&lt;br /&gt;One chap I met did tell me a story about seeing six hundred&lt;br /&gt;telegrams go out one day advising customers to get aboard a&lt;br /&gt;certain stock and six hundred telegrams to other customers&lt;br /&gt;strongly urging them to sell that same stock, at once.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know the trick," I said to the chap who was telling&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he said. "But the next day they sent telegrams to&lt;br /&gt;the same people advising them to close out their interest in&lt;br /&gt;everything and buy or sell another stock. I asked the senior&lt;br /&gt;partner, who was in the office, `Why do you do that? The first&lt;br /&gt;part I understand. Some of your customers are bound to make&lt;br /&gt;money on paper for a while, even if they and the others&lt;br /&gt;eventually lose. But by sending out telegrams like this you&lt;br /&gt;simply kill them all. What's the big idea?'"&lt;br /&gt;"Well,' he said, `the customers are bound to lose their&lt;br /&gt;money anyhow, no matter what they buy, or how or where or when.&lt;br /&gt;When they lose their money I lose the customers. Well, I might&lt;br /&gt;as well get as much of their money as I can and then look for a&lt;br /&gt;new crop.'"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I admit frankly that I wasn't concerned with the&lt;br /&gt;business ethics of the firm. I told you I felt sore on the&lt;br /&gt;Teller concern and how it tickled me to get even with them. But&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any such feeling about this firm. They might be&lt;br /&gt;crooks or they might not be as black as they were painted. I did&lt;br /&gt;not propose to let them do any trading for me, or follow their&lt;br /&gt;tips or believe their lies. My one concern was with getting&lt;br /&gt;together a stake and returning to New York to trade in fair&lt;br /&gt;amounts in an office where you did not have to be afraid the&lt;br /&gt;police would raid the joint, as they did the bucket shops, or&lt;br /&gt;see the postal authorities swoop down and tie up your money so&lt;br /&gt;that you'd be lucky to get eight cents on the dollar a year and&lt;br /&gt;a half later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I made up my mind that I would see what trading&lt;br /&gt;advantages of this firm offered over what you might call the&lt;br /&gt;legitimate brokers. I didn't have much money to put up as&lt;br /&gt;margin, and firms that bucketed orders were naturally much more&lt;br /&gt;liberal in that respect, so that a few hundred dollars went much&lt;br /&gt;further in their offices.&lt;br /&gt;I went down to their place and had a talk with the manager&lt;br /&gt;himself. When he found out that I was an old trader and had&lt;br /&gt;formerly had accounts in New York with Stock Exchange houses and&lt;br /&gt;that I had lost all I took with me he stopped promising to make&lt;br /&gt;a million a minute for me if I let them invest my savings. He&lt;br /&gt;figured that I was a permanent sucker, the ticker-hound kind&lt;br /&gt;that always plays and always loses; a steady income provider for&lt;br /&gt;brokers, whether they were the kind that bucket your orders or&lt;br /&gt;modestly content themselves with the commissions.&lt;br /&gt;I just told the manager that what I was looking for was&lt;br /&gt;decent execution, because I always traded at the market and I&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to get reports that showed a difference of a half or&lt;br /&gt;a whole point from the ticker price.&lt;br /&gt;He assured me on his word of honor that they would do&lt;br /&gt;whatever I thought was right. They wanted my business because&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to show me what high-class brokering was. They had&lt;br /&gt;in their employ the best talent in the business. In fact, they&lt;br /&gt;were famous for their execution. If there was any difference&lt;br /&gt;between the ticker price and the report it was always in favor&lt;br /&gt;of the customer, though of course they didn't guarantee that. If&lt;br /&gt;I opened an account with them I could buy and sell at the price,&lt;br /&gt;which came over the wire, they were so confident of their&lt;br /&gt;brokers.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally that meant that I could trade there to all&lt;br /&gt;intents and purposes as though I were in a bucket shop -- that&lt;br /&gt;is, they'd let me trade at the next quotation. I didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;appear too anxious, so I shook my head and told him I guessed I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't open an account that day, but I'd let him know. He&lt;br /&gt;urged me strongly to begin right away, as it was a good market&lt;br /&gt;to make money in. It was for them; a dull market with prices&lt;br /&gt;seesawing slightly, just the kind to get customers in and then&lt;br /&gt;wipe them out with a sharp drive in the tipped stock. I had some&lt;br /&gt;trouble in getting away.&lt;br /&gt;I had given him my name and address, and that very same day&lt;br /&gt;I began to get prepaid telegrams and letters urging me to get&lt;br /&gt;aboard of some stock or other in which they said they knew an&lt;br /&gt;inside pool was operating for a fifty-point rise.&lt;br /&gt;I was busy going around and finding out all I could about&lt;br /&gt;several other brokerage concerns of the same bucketing kind. It&lt;br /&gt;seemed to me that if I could be sure of getting my winnings out&lt;br /&gt;of their clutches the only way of my getting together some real&lt;br /&gt;money was to trade in these near bucket-shops.&lt;br /&gt;When I had learned all I could I opened accounts with three&lt;br /&gt;firms. I had taken a small office and had direct wires run to&lt;br /&gt;the three brokers.&lt;br /&gt;I traded in a small way so they wouldn't get frightened off&lt;br /&gt;at the very start. I made money on balance and they were not&lt;br /&gt;slow in telling me that they expected real business from&lt;br /&gt;customers who had direct wires to their offices. They did not&lt;br /&gt;hanker for pikers. They figured that the more I did the more I'd&lt;br /&gt;lose, and the more quickly I was wiped out the more they'd make.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sound enough theory when you consider that these people&lt;br /&gt;necessarily dealt with averages and the average customer was&lt;br /&gt;never long-lived, financially speaking. A busted customer can't&lt;br /&gt;trade. A half-crippled customer can whine, insinuate things, and&lt;br /&gt;make trouble of one or another kind that hurts business.&lt;br /&gt;I also established a connection with a local firm that had&lt;br /&gt;a direct wire to its New York correspondent, who were also&lt;br /&gt;members of the New York Stock Exchange. I had a stock ticker put&lt;br /&gt;in and I began to trade conservatively. As I told you, it was&lt;br /&gt;pretty much like trading in bucket shops; only it was a little&lt;br /&gt;slower.&lt;br /&gt;It was a game that I could beat, and I did. I never got it&lt;br /&gt;down to such a fine point that I could win ten times out of ten;&lt;br /&gt;but I won on balance, taking it week in and week out. I was&lt;br /&gt;again living pretty well, but always saving something, to&lt;br /&gt;increase the stake that I was to take back to Wall Street. I got&lt;br /&gt;a couple of wires into two more of these bucketing brokerage&lt;br /&gt;houses, making five in all and, of course, my good firm.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when my plans went wrong and my stocks did&lt;br /&gt;not run true to form, but did the opposite of what they should&lt;br /&gt;have done if they had kept up their regard for precedent. But&lt;br /&gt;they did not hit me very hard -- they couldn't, with my&lt;br /&gt;shoestring margins. My relations with my brokers were friendly&lt;br /&gt;enough. Their accounts and records did not always agree with&lt;br /&gt;mine, and the differences uniformly happened to be against me.&lt;br /&gt;Curious coincidence not! But I fought for my own and usually had&lt;br /&gt;my way in the end. They always had the hope of getting away from&lt;br /&gt;me what I had taken from them. They regarded my winnings as&lt;br /&gt;temporary loans, I think.&lt;br /&gt;They really were not sporty, being in the business to make&lt;br /&gt;money by hook or by crook instead of being content with the&lt;br /&gt;house percentage. Since suckers always lose money when they&lt;br /&gt;gamble in stocks -- they never really speculate -- you'd think&lt;br /&gt;these fellows would run what you might call a legitimate&lt;br /&gt;illegitimate business. But they didn't. "Copper your customers&lt;br /&gt;and grow rich" is an old and true adage, but they did not seem&lt;br /&gt;ever to have heard of it and didn't stop at plain bucketing.&lt;br /&gt;Several times they tried to double-cross me with the old tricks.&lt;br /&gt;They caught me a couple of times because I wasn't looking. They&lt;br /&gt;always did that when I had taken no more than my usual line. I&lt;br /&gt;accused them of being short sports or worse, but they denied it&lt;br /&gt;and it ended by my going back to trading as usual. The beauty of&lt;br /&gt;doing business with a crook is that he always forgives you for&lt;br /&gt;catching him, so long as you don't stop doing business with him.&lt;br /&gt;It's all right as far as he is concerned. He is willing to meet&lt;br /&gt;you more than halfway. Magnanimous souls!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made up my mind that I couldn't afford to have the&lt;br /&gt;normal rate of increase of my stake impaired by crooks' tricks,&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to teach them a lesson. I picked out some stock&lt;br /&gt;that after having been a speculative favorite had become inactive.&lt;br /&gt;Water-logged. If I had taken one that never had been&lt;br /&gt;active they would have suspected my play. I gave out buying&lt;br /&gt;orders on this stock to my five bucketeering brokers. When the&lt;br /&gt;orders were taken and they were waiting for the next quotation&lt;br /&gt;to come out on the tape I sent in an order through my Stock&lt;br /&gt;Exchange house to sell a hundred shares of that particular stock&lt;br /&gt;at the market. I urgently asked for quick action. Well, you can&lt;br /&gt;imagine what happened when the selling order got to the floor of&lt;br /&gt;the Exchange; a dull inactive stock that a commission house with&lt;br /&gt;out-of-town connections wanted to sell in a hurry. Somebody got&lt;br /&gt;cheap stock. But the transaction as it would be printed on the&lt;br /&gt;tape was the price that I would pay on my five buying orders. I&lt;br /&gt;was long on balance four hundred shares of that stock at a low&lt;br /&gt;figure. The wire house asked me what I'd heard, and I said I had&lt;br /&gt;a tip on it. Just before the close of the market I sent an order&lt;br /&gt;to my reputable house to buy back that hundred shares, and not&lt;br /&gt;waste any time; that I didn't want to be short under any&lt;br /&gt;circumstances; and I didn't care what they paid. So they wired&lt;br /&gt;to New York and the order to buy that hundred quick resulted in&lt;br /&gt;a sharp advance. I of course had put in selling orders for the&lt;br /&gt;five hundred shares that my friends had bucketed. It worked very&lt;br /&gt;satisfactorily.&lt;br /&gt;Still, they didn't mend their ways, and so I worked that&lt;br /&gt;trick on them several times. I did not dare punish them as&lt;br /&gt;severely as they deserved, seldom more than a point or two on a&lt;br /&gt;hundred shares. But it helped to swell my little hoard that I&lt;br /&gt;was saving for my next Wall Street venture. I sometimes varied&lt;br /&gt;the process by selling some stock short, without overdoing it. I&lt;br /&gt;was satisfied with my six or eight hundred clear for each crack.&lt;br /&gt;One day the stunt worked so well that it went far beyond all&lt;br /&gt;calculations for a ten-point swing. I wasn't looking for it. As&lt;br /&gt;a matter of fact it so happened that I had two hundred shares&lt;br /&gt;instead of my usual hundred at one broker's, though only a&lt;br /&gt;hundred in the four other shops. That was too much of a good&lt;br /&gt;thing for them. They were sore as pups about it and they began&lt;br /&gt;to say things over the wires. So I went and saw the manager, the&lt;br /&gt;same man who had been so anxious to get my account, and so&lt;br /&gt;forgiving every time I caught him trying to put something over&lt;br /&gt;on me. He talked pretty big for a man in his position.&lt;br /&gt;"That was a fictitious market for that stock, and we won't&lt;br /&gt;pay you a damned cent!" he swore.&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't a fictitious market when you accepted my order&lt;br /&gt;to buy. You let me in then, all right, and now you've got to let&lt;br /&gt;me out. You can't get around that for fairness, can you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I can!" he yelled. "I can prove that somebody put up&lt;br /&gt;a job."&lt;br /&gt;"Who put up a job?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;:'Somebody!"&lt;br /&gt;"Who did they put it up on?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Some friends of yours were in it as sure as pop," he said.&lt;br /&gt;But I told him, "You know very well that I play a lone&lt;br /&gt;hand. Everybody in this town knows that. They've known it ever&lt;br /&gt;since I started trading in stocks. Now I want to give you some&lt;br /&gt;friendly advice: you just send and get that money for me. I&lt;br /&gt;don't want to be disagreeable. Just do what I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;"I won't pay it. It was a rigged-up transaction," he&lt;br /&gt;yelled.&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of his talk. So I told him: "You'll pay it to me&lt;br /&gt;right now and here."&lt;br /&gt;Well, he blustered a little more and accused me flatly of&lt;br /&gt;being the guilty thimble rigger; but he finally forked over the&lt;br /&gt;cash. The others were not so rambunctious. In one office the&lt;br /&gt;manager had been studying these inactive stock plays of mine and&lt;br /&gt;when he got my order he actually bought the stock for me and&lt;br /&gt;then some for himself in the Little Board, and he made some&lt;br /&gt;money. These fellows didn't mind being sued by customers on&lt;br /&gt;charges of fraud, as they generally had a good technical legal&lt;br /&gt;defense ready. But they were afraid I'd attach the furniture --&lt;br /&gt;the money in the bank I couldn't because they took care not to&lt;br /&gt;have any funds exposed to that danger. It would not hurt them to&lt;br /&gt;be known as pretty sharp, but to get a reputation for welshing&lt;br /&gt;was fatal. For a customer to lose money at his broker's is no&lt;br /&gt;rare event. But for a customer to make money and then not get it&lt;br /&gt;is the worst crime on the speculators' statute books.&lt;br /&gt;I got my money from all; but that ten-point jump put an end&lt;br /&gt;to the pleasing pastime of skinning skinners. They were on the&lt;br /&gt;lookout for the little trick that they themselves had used to&lt;br /&gt;defraud hundreds of poor customers. I went back to my regular&lt;br /&gt;trading; but the market wasn't always right for my system --&lt;br /&gt;that is, limited as I was by the size of the orders they would&lt;br /&gt;take, I couldn't make a killing.&lt;br /&gt;I had been at it over a year, during which I used every&lt;br /&gt;device that I could think of to make money trading in those wire&lt;br /&gt;houses. I had lived very comfortably, bought an automobile and&lt;br /&gt;didn't limit myself about my expenses. I had to make a stake,&lt;br /&gt;but I also had to live while I was doing it. If my position on&lt;br /&gt;the market was right I couldn't spend as much as I made, so that&lt;br /&gt;I'd always be saving some. If I was wrong I didn't make any&lt;br /&gt;money and therefore couldn't spend. As I said, I had saved up a&lt;br /&gt;fair-sized roll, and there wasn't so much money to be made in&lt;br /&gt;the five wire houses; so I decided to return to New York.&lt;br /&gt;I had my own automobile and I invited a friend of mine who&lt;br /&gt;also was a trader to motor to New York with me. He accepted and&lt;br /&gt;we started. We stopped at New Haven for dinner. At the hotel I&lt;br /&gt;met an old trading acquaintance, and among other things he told&lt;br /&gt;me there was a shop in town that had a wire and was doing a&lt;br /&gt;pretty good business.&lt;br /&gt;We left the hotel on our way to New York, but I drove by&lt;br /&gt;the street where the bucket shop was to see what the outside&lt;br /&gt;looked like. We found it and couldn't resist the temptation to&lt;br /&gt;stop and have a look at the inside. It wasn't very sumptuous,&lt;br /&gt;but the old blackboard was there, and the customers, and the&lt;br /&gt;game was on.&lt;br /&gt;The manager was a chap who looked as if he had been an&lt;br /&gt;actor or a stump speaker. He was very impressive. He'd say good&lt;br /&gt;morning as though he had discovered the morning's goodness after&lt;br /&gt;ten years of searching for it with a microscope and was making&lt;br /&gt;you a present of the discovery as well as of the sky, the sun&lt;br /&gt;and the firm's bankroll. He saw us come up in the sporty-looking&lt;br /&gt;automobile, and as both of us were young and careless -- I don't&lt;br /&gt;suppose I looked twenty -- he naturally concluded we were a&lt;br /&gt;couple of Yale boys. I didn't tell him we weren't. He didn't&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance, but began delivering a speech. He was very&lt;br /&gt;glad to see us. Would we have a comfortable seat? The market, we&lt;br /&gt;would find, was philanthropically inclined that morning; in&lt;br /&gt;fact, clamoring to increase the supply of collegiate pocket&lt;br /&gt;money, of which no intelligent undergraduate ever had a&lt;br /&gt;sufficiency since the dawn of historic time. But here and now,&lt;br /&gt;by the beneficence of the ticker, a small initial investment&lt;br /&gt;would return thousands. More pocket money than anybody could&lt;br /&gt;spend was what the stock market yearned to yield.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it would be a pity not to do as the nice&lt;br /&gt;man of the bucket shop was so anxious to have us do, so I told&lt;br /&gt;him I would do as he wished, because I had heard that lots of&lt;br /&gt;people made lots of money in the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;I began to trade, very conservatively, but increasing the&lt;br /&gt;line as I won. My friend followed me.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed overnight in New Haven and the next morning found&lt;br /&gt;us at the hospitable shop at five minutes to ten. The orator was&lt;br /&gt;glad to see us, thinking his turn would come that day. But I&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up within a few dollars of fifteen hundred. The next&lt;br /&gt;morning when we dropped in on the great orator, and handed him&lt;br /&gt;an order to sell five hundred Sugar he hesitated, but finally&lt;br /&gt;accepted it in silence! The stock broke over a point and I&lt;br /&gt;closed out and gave him the ticket. There was exactly five&lt;br /&gt;hundred dollars coming to me in profits, and my five hundred&lt;br /&gt;dollar margin. He took twenty fifties from the safe, counted&lt;br /&gt;them three times very slowly, then he counted them again in&lt;br /&gt;front of me. It looked as if his fingers were sweating mucilage&lt;br /&gt;the way the notes seemed to stick to him, but finally he handed&lt;br /&gt;the money to me. He folded his arms, bit his lower lip, kept it&lt;br /&gt;bit, and stared at the top of a window behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I'd like to sell 200 Steel. But he never&lt;br /&gt;stirred. He didn't hear me. I repeated my wish, only I made it&lt;br /&gt;three hundred shares. He turned his head. I waited for the&lt;br /&gt;speech. But all he did was to look at me. Then he smacked his&lt;br /&gt;lips and swallowed as if he was going to start an attack on&lt;br /&gt;fifty years of political misrule by the unspeakable grafters of&lt;br /&gt;the opposition.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he waved his hand toward the yellow-backs in my&lt;br /&gt;hand and said, "Take away that bauble!"&lt;br /&gt;"Take away what?" I said. I hadn't quite understood what he&lt;br /&gt;was driving at. “Where are you going, student?" He spoke very&lt;br /&gt;impressively.&lt;br /&gt;"New York," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," he said, nodding about twenty times. "That&lt;br /&gt;is exactly right. You are going away from here all right,&lt;br /&gt;because now I know two things – two student! I know what&lt;br /&gt;you are not, and I know what you are. Yes! Yes! Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that so?" I said very politely.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. You two" He paused; and then he stopped being in&lt;br /&gt;Congress and snarled: "You two are the biggest sharks in the&lt;br /&gt;United States of America l Students? Ye-eh! You must be freshmen&lt;br /&gt;Ye-eh!"&lt;br /&gt;We left him talking to himself. He probably didn't mind the&lt;br /&gt;money so much. No professional gambler does. It's all in the&lt;br /&gt;game and the luck's bound to turn. It was his being fooled in us&lt;br /&gt;that hurt his pride.&lt;br /&gt;That is how I came back to Wall Street for a third attempt.&lt;br /&gt;I had been studying, of course, trying to locate the exact&lt;br /&gt;trouble with my system that had been responsible for my defeats&lt;br /&gt;in A. R. Fullerton &amp;amp; Co.'s office. I was twenty when I made my&lt;br /&gt;first ten thousand, and I lost that. But I knew how and why,&lt;br /&gt;because I traded out of season all the time; because when I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't play according to my system, which was based on study&lt;br /&gt;and experience, I went in and gambled. I hoped to win, instead&lt;br /&gt;of knowing that I ought to win on form. When I was about&lt;br /&gt;twenty-two I ran up my stake to fifty thousand dollars; I lost&lt;br /&gt;it on May ninth. But I knew exactly why and how. It was the&lt;br /&gt;laggard tape and the unprecedented violence of the movements&lt;br /&gt;that awful day. But I didn't know why I had lost after my return&lt;br /&gt;from St. Louis or after the May ninth panic. I had theories --&lt;br /&gt;that is, remedies for some of the faults that I thought I found&lt;br /&gt;in my play. But I needed actual practice.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like losing all you have in the world for&lt;br /&gt;teaching you what not to do. And when you know what not to do in&lt;br /&gt;order not to lose money, you begin to learn what to do in order&lt;br /&gt;to win. Did you get that? You begin to learn!&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER V&lt;br /&gt;THE average ticker hound or as they used to call him, tape-worm&lt;br /&gt;goes wrong, I suspect, as much from over specialization as from&lt;br /&gt;anything else. It means a highly expensive inelasticity. After&lt;br /&gt;all, the game of speculation isn't all mathematics or set rules,&lt;br /&gt;however rigid the main laws may be. Even in my tape reading&lt;br /&gt;something enters that is more than mere arithmetic. There is&lt;br /&gt;what I call the behavior of a stock, actions that enable you to&lt;br /&gt;judge whether or not it is going to proceed in accordance with&lt;br /&gt;the precedents that your observation has noted. If a stock&lt;br /&gt;doesn't act right don't touch it; because, being unable to tell&lt;br /&gt;precisely what is wrong, you cannot tell which way it is going.&lt;br /&gt;No diagnosis, no prognosis. No prognosis, no profit.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very old thing, this of noting the behavior of a&lt;br /&gt;stock and studying its past performances. When I first came to&lt;br /&gt;New York there was a broker's office where a Frenchman used to&lt;br /&gt;talk about his chart. At first I thought he was a sort of pet&lt;br /&gt;freak kept by the firm because they were good-natured. Then I&lt;br /&gt;learned that he was a persuasive and most impressive talker. He&lt;br /&gt;said that the only thing that didn't lie because it simply&lt;br /&gt;couldn't was mathematics. By means of his curves he could&lt;br /&gt;forecast market movements. Also he could analyse them, and tell,&lt;br /&gt;for instance, why Keene did the right thing in his famous&lt;br /&gt;Atchison preferred bull manipulation, and later why he went&lt;br /&gt;wrong in his Southern Pacific pool. At various times one or&lt;br /&gt;another of the professional traders tried the Frenchman's system&lt;br /&gt;and then went back to their old unscientific methods of making a&lt;br /&gt;living. Their hit-or-miss system was cheaper, they said. I heard&lt;br /&gt;that the Frenchman said Keene admitted that the chart was 100&lt;br /&gt;per cent right but claimed that the method was too slow for&lt;br /&gt;practical use in an active market. Then there was one office&lt;br /&gt;where a chart of the daily movement of prices was kept. It&lt;br /&gt;showed at a glance just what each stock had done for months. By&lt;br /&gt;comparing individual curves with the general market curve and&lt;br /&gt;keeping in mind certain rules the customers could tell whether&lt;br /&gt;the stock on which they got an unscientific tip to buy was&lt;br /&gt;fairly entitled to a rise. They used the chart as a sort of&lt;br /&gt;complementary tipster. Today there are scores of commission&lt;br /&gt;houses when you find trading charts. They come ready-made from&lt;br /&gt;the offices of statistical experts and include not only stocks&lt;br /&gt;but also commodities.&lt;br /&gt;"I should say that a chart helps those who can read it or&lt;br /&gt;rather who can assimilate what they read. The average chart&lt;br /&gt;reader, however, is apt to become obsessed with the notion that&lt;br /&gt;the dips and peaks and primary and secondary movements are all&lt;br /&gt;there is to stock speculation. If he pushes his confidence to&lt;br /&gt;its logical limit he is bound to go broke. There is an extremely&lt;br /&gt;able man, a former partner of a well-known Stock Exchange house,&lt;br /&gt;who is really a trained mathematician. He is a graduate of a&lt;br /&gt;famous technical school. He devised charts based upon a very&lt;br /&gt;careful and minute study of the behavior of prices in many&lt;br /&gt;markets -- stocks, bonds, grain, cotton, money, and so on. He&lt;br /&gt;went back years and years and traced the correlations and&lt;br /&gt;seasonal movements on everything. He used his charts in his&lt;br /&gt;stock trading for years. What he really did was to take&lt;br /&gt;advantage of some highly intelligent averaging. They tell me he&lt;br /&gt;won regularly until the World War knocked all precedents into a&lt;br /&gt;cocked hat. I heard that he and his large following lost&lt;br /&gt;millions before they desisted. But not even a world war can keep&lt;br /&gt;the stock market from being a bull market when conditions are&lt;br /&gt;bullish, or a bear market when conditions are bearish. And all a&lt;br /&gt;man needs to know to make money is to appraise conditions.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to get off the track like that, but I can't&lt;br /&gt;help it when I think of my first few years in Wall Street. I&lt;br /&gt;know now what I did not know then, and I think of the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;of my ignorance because those are the very mistakes that the&lt;br /&gt;average stock speculator makes year in and year out.&lt;br /&gt;After I got back to New York to try for the third time to beat&lt;br /&gt;the market in a Stock Exchange house I traded quite actively. I&lt;br /&gt;didn't expect to do as well as I did in the bucket shops, but I&lt;br /&gt;thought that after a while I would do much better because I&lt;br /&gt;would be able to swing a much heavier line. Yet, I can see now&lt;br /&gt;that my main trouble was my failure to grasp the vital&lt;br /&gt;difference between stock gambling and stock speculation. Still,&lt;br /&gt;by reason of my seven years' experience in reading the tape and&lt;br /&gt;a certain natural aptitude for the game, my stake was earning&lt;br /&gt;not indeed a fortune but a very high rate of interest. I won and&lt;br /&gt;lost as before, but I was winning on balance. The more I made&lt;br /&gt;the more I spent. This is the usual experience with most men.&lt;br /&gt;No, not necessarily with easy-money pickers, but with every&lt;br /&gt;human being who is not a slave of the hoarding instinct. Some&lt;br /&gt;men, like old Russell Sage, have the money-making and the&lt;br /&gt;money-hoarding instinct equally well developed, and of course&lt;br /&gt;they die disgustingly rich.&lt;br /&gt;The game of beating the market exclusively interested me&lt;br /&gt;from ten to three every day, and after three, the game of living&lt;br /&gt;my life. Don't misunderstand me. I never allowed pleasure to&lt;br /&gt;interfere with business. When I lost it was because I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;and not because I was suffering from dissipation or excesses.&lt;br /&gt;There never were any shattered nerves or rum-shaken limbs to&lt;br /&gt;spoil my game. I couldn't afford anything that kept me from&lt;br /&gt;feeling physically and mentally fit. Even now I am usually in&lt;br /&gt;bed by ten. As a young man I never kept late hours, because I&lt;br /&gt;could not do business properly on insufficient sleep. I was&lt;br /&gt;doing better than breaking even and that is why I didn't think&lt;br /&gt;there was any need to deprive myself of the good things of life.&lt;br /&gt;The market was always there to supply them. I was acquiring the&lt;br /&gt;confidence that comes to a man from a professionally&lt;br /&gt;dispassionate attitude toward his own method of providing bread&lt;br /&gt;and butter for himself.&lt;br /&gt;The first change I made in my play was in the matter of&lt;br /&gt;time. I couldn't wait for the sure thing to come along and then&lt;br /&gt;take a point or two out of it as I could in the bucket shops. I&lt;br /&gt;had to start much earlier if I wanted to catch the move in&lt;br /&gt;Fullerton's office. In other words, I had to study what was&lt;br /&gt;going to happen to anticipate stock movements. That sounds&lt;br /&gt;asininely commonplace, but you know what I mean. It was the&lt;br /&gt;change in my own attitude toward the game that was of supreme&lt;br /&gt;importance to me. It taught me, little by little, the essential&lt;br /&gt;difference between betting on fluctuations and anticipating&lt;br /&gt;inevitable advances and declines, between gambling and&lt;br /&gt;speculating.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go further back than an hour in my studies of the&lt;br /&gt;market which was something I never would have learned to do in&lt;br /&gt;the biggest bucket shop in the world. I interested myself in&lt;br /&gt;trade reports, railroad earnings, and financial and commercial&lt;br /&gt;statistic. Of course I loved to trade heavily and they called me&lt;br /&gt;the Boy Plunger; but I also liked to study the moves. I never&lt;br /&gt;thought that anything was irksome if it helped me to trade more&lt;br /&gt;intelligently. Before I can solve a problem I must state it to&lt;br /&gt;myself. When I think I have found the solution I must prove I am&lt;br /&gt;right. I know of only one way to prove it; and that is, with my&lt;br /&gt;own money.&lt;br /&gt;Slow as my progress seems now, I suppose I learned as fast&lt;br /&gt;as I possibly could, considering that I was making money on&lt;br /&gt;balance. If I had lost oftener perhaps it might have spurred me&lt;br /&gt;too more continuous study. I certainly would have had more&lt;br /&gt;mistakes to spot. But I am not sure of the exact value of&lt;br /&gt;losing, for if I had lost more I would have lacked the money to&lt;br /&gt;test out the improvements in my methods of trading.&lt;br /&gt;Studying my winning plays in Fullerton's office I discovered&lt;br /&gt;that although I often was 100 per cent right on the market that&lt;br /&gt;is, in my diagnosis of conditions and general trend -- I was not&lt;br /&gt;making as much money as my market "rightness" entitled me to.&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't I?&lt;br /&gt;There was as much to learn from partial victory as from&lt;br /&gt;defeat.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I had been bullish from the very start of a&lt;br /&gt;bull market, and I had backed my opinion by buying stocks. An&lt;br /&gt;advance followed, as I had clearly foreseen. So far, all very&lt;br /&gt;well. But what else did I do? Why, I listened to the elder&lt;br /&gt;statesmen and curbed my youthful impetuousness. I made up my&lt;br /&gt;mind to be wise and play carefully, conservatively. Everybody&lt;br /&gt;knew that the way to do that was to take profits and buy back&lt;br /&gt;your stocks on reactions. And that is precisely what I did, or&lt;br /&gt;rather what I tried to do; for I often took profits and waited&lt;br /&gt;for a reaction that never came. And I saw my stock go kiting up&lt;br /&gt;ten points more and I sitting there with my four-point profit&lt;br /&gt;safe in my conservative pocket. They say you never grow poor&lt;br /&gt;taking profits. No, you don't. But neither do you grow rich&lt;br /&gt;taking a four-point profit in a bull market.&lt;br /&gt;Where I should have made twenty thousand dollars I made two&lt;br /&gt;thousand. That was what my conservatism did for me. About the&lt;br /&gt;time I discovered what a small percentage of what I should have&lt;br /&gt;made I was getting I discovered something else, and that is that&lt;br /&gt;suckers differ among themselves according to the degree of&lt;br /&gt;experience.&lt;br /&gt;The tyro knows nothing, and everybody, including himself,&lt;br /&gt;knows it. But the next, or second, grade thinks he knows a great&lt;br /&gt;deal and makes others feel that way too. He is the experienced&lt;br /&gt;sucker, who has studied not the market itself but a few remarks&lt;br /&gt;about the market made by a still higher grade of suckers. The&lt;br /&gt;second-grade sucker knows how to keep from losing his money in&lt;br /&gt;some of the ways that get the raw beginner. It is this&lt;br /&gt;semisucker rather than the 100 per cent article who is the real&lt;br /&gt;all-the-year-round support of the commission houses. He lasts&lt;br /&gt;about three and a half years on an average, as compared with a&lt;br /&gt;single season of from three to thirty weeks, which is the usual&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street life of a first offender. It is naturally the&lt;br /&gt;semisucker who is always quoting the famous trading aphorisms&lt;br /&gt;and the various rules of the game. He knows all the don'ts that&lt;br /&gt;ever fell from the oracular lips of the old stagers excepting&lt;br /&gt;the principal one, which is: Don't be a sucker!&lt;br /&gt;This semisucker type that thinks he has cut his wisdom&lt;br /&gt;teeth because he loves to buy on declines. He waits for them. He&lt;br /&gt;measures his bargains by the number of points it has sold off&lt;br /&gt;from the top. In big bull markets the plain un&lt;br /&gt;This semisucker is the type that thinks he has cut his&lt;br /&gt;wisdom teeth because he loves to buy on declines. He waits for&lt;br /&gt;them. He measures his bargains by the number of points it has&lt;br /&gt;sold off from the top. In big bull markets the plain&lt;br /&gt;unadulterated sucker, utterly ignorant of rules and precedents,&lt;br /&gt;buys blindly because he hopes blindly. He makes most of the&lt;br /&gt;money until one of the healthy reactions takes it away from him&lt;br /&gt;at one fell swoop. But the Careful Mike sucker does what I did&lt;br /&gt;when I thought I was playing the game intelligently according to&lt;br /&gt;the intelligence of others. I knew I needed to change my&lt;br /&gt;bucket-shop methods and I thought I was solving my problem with&lt;br /&gt;any change, particularly one that assayed high gold values&lt;br /&gt;according to the experienced traders among the customers.&lt;br /&gt;Most let us call'em customers -- are alike. You find very&lt;br /&gt;few who can truthfully say that Wall Street doesn't owe them&lt;br /&gt;money. In Fullerton's there were the usual crowd. All grades!&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was one old chap who was not like the others. To&lt;br /&gt;begin with, he was a much older man. Another thing was that he&lt;br /&gt;never volunteered advice and never bragged of his winnings. He&lt;br /&gt;was a great hand for listening very attentively to the others.&lt;br /&gt;He did not seem very keen to get tips -- that is, he never asked&lt;br /&gt;the talkers what they'd heard or what they knew. But when&lt;br /&gt;somebody gave him one he always thanked the tipster very&lt;br /&gt;politely. Sometimes he thanked the tipster again -- when the tip&lt;br /&gt;turned out O.K. But if it went wrong he never whined, so that&lt;br /&gt;nobody could tell whether he followed it or let it slide by. It&lt;br /&gt;was a legend of the office that the old jigger was rich and&lt;br /&gt;could swing quite a line. But he wasn't donating much to the&lt;br /&gt;firm in the way of commissions; at least not that anyone could&lt;br /&gt;see. His name was Partridge, but they nicknamed him Turkey&lt;br /&gt;behind his back, because he was so thick-chested and had a habit&lt;br /&gt;of strutting about the various rooms, with the point of his chin&lt;br /&gt;resting on his breast.&lt;br /&gt;The customers, who were all eager to be shoved and forced&lt;br /&gt;into doing things so as to lay the blame for failure on others,&lt;br /&gt;used to go to old Partridge and tell him what some friend of a&lt;br /&gt;friend of an insider had advised them to do in a certain stock.&lt;br /&gt;They would tell him what they had not done with the tip so he&lt;br /&gt;would tell them what they ought to do. But whether the tip they&lt;br /&gt;had was to buy or to sell, the old chap's answer was always the&lt;br /&gt;same.&lt;br /&gt;The customer would finish the tale of his perplexity and&lt;br /&gt;then ask: "What do you think I ought to do?"&lt;br /&gt;Old Turkey would cock his head to one side, contemplate his&lt;br /&gt;fellow customer with a fatherly smile, and finally he would say&lt;br /&gt;very impressively, "You know, it's a bull market!"&lt;br /&gt;Time and again I heard him say, "Well, this is a bull market,&lt;br /&gt;you know!" as though he were giving to you a priceless talisman&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in a million-dollar accident-insurance policy. And of&lt;br /&gt;course I did not get his meaning.&lt;br /&gt;One day a fellow named Elmer Harwood rushed into the&lt;br /&gt;office, wrote out an order and gave it to the clerk. Then he&lt;br /&gt;rushed over to where Mr. Partridge was listening politely to&lt;br /&gt;John Fanning's story of the time he overheard Keene give an&lt;br /&gt;order to one of his brokers and all that John made was a measly&lt;br /&gt;three points on a hundred shares and of course the stock had to&lt;br /&gt;go up twenty-four points in three days right after John sold&lt;br /&gt;out. It was at least the fourth time that John had told him that&lt;br /&gt;tale of woe, but old Turkey was smiling as sympathetically as if&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time he heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Elmer made for the old man and, without a word of&lt;br /&gt;apology to John Fanning, told Turkey, "Mr. Partridge, I have&lt;br /&gt;just sold my Climax Motors. My people say the market is entitled&lt;br /&gt;to a reaction and that I'll be able to buy it back cheaper. So&lt;br /&gt;you'd better do likewise. That is, if you've still got yours."&lt;br /&gt;Elmer looked suspiciously at the man to whom he had given the&lt;br /&gt;original tip to buy. The amateur, or gratuitous, tipster always&lt;br /&gt;thinks he owns the receiver of his tip body and soul, even&lt;br /&gt;before he knows how the tip is going to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mr. Harwood, I still have it. Of course!" said Turkey&lt;br /&gt;gratefully. It was nice of Elmer to think of the old chap.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, now is the time to take your profit and get in again on&lt;br /&gt;the next dip," said Elmer, as if he had just made out the&lt;br /&gt;deposit slip for the old man. Failing to perceive enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;gratitude in the beneficiary's face Elmer went on: "I have just&lt;br /&gt;sold every share I owned!"&lt;br /&gt;From his voice and manner you would have conservatively&lt;br /&gt;estimated it at ten thousand shares.&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Partridge shook his head regretfully and whined, "No!&lt;br /&gt;No! I can't do that!"&lt;br /&gt;:'What?" yelled Elmer.&lt;br /&gt;"I simply can't!" said Mr. Partridge. He was in great&lt;br /&gt;trouble.&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't I give you the tip to buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;"You did, Mr. Harwood, and I am very grateful to you.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I am, sir. But --"&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on! Let me talk! And didn't that stock go up seven&lt;br /&gt;points in ten days? Didn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It did, and I am much obliged to you, my dear boy. But I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't think of selling that stock."&lt;br /&gt;"You couldn't?" asked Elmer, beginning to look doubtful&lt;br /&gt;himself. It is a habit with most tip givers to be tip takers.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I couldn't."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" And Elmer drew nearer.&lt;br /&gt;"Why, this is a bull market!" The old fellow said it as&lt;br /&gt;though he had given a long and detailed explanation.&lt;br /&gt;"That's all right," said Elmer, looking angry because of&lt;br /&gt;his disappointment. "I know this is a bull market as well as you&lt;br /&gt;do. But you'd better slip them that stock of yours and buy it&lt;br /&gt;back on the reaction. You might as well reduce the cost to&lt;br /&gt;yourself."&lt;br /&gt;"My dear boy," said old Partridge, in great distress "my&lt;br /&gt;dear boy, if I sold that stock now I'd lose my position; and&lt;br /&gt;then where would I be?"&lt;br /&gt;Elmer Harwood threw up his hands, shook his head and walked&lt;br /&gt;over to me to get sympathy: "Can you beat it?" he asked me in a&lt;br /&gt;stage whisper. "I ask you!"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything. So he went on: "I give him a tip on&lt;br /&gt;Climax Motors. He buys five hundred shares. He's got seven&lt;br /&gt;points' profit and I advise him to get out and buy 'em back on&lt;br /&gt;the reaction that's overdue even now. And what does he say when&lt;br /&gt;I tell him? He says that if he sells he'll lose his job. What do&lt;br /&gt;you know about that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon, Mr. Harwood; I didn't say I'd lose my&lt;br /&gt;job," cut in old Turkey. "I said I'd lose my position. And when&lt;br /&gt;you are as old as I am and you've been through as many booms and&lt;br /&gt;panics as I have, you'll know that to lose your position is&lt;br /&gt;something nobody can afford; not even John D. Rockefeller. I&lt;br /&gt;hope the stock reacts and that you will be able to repurchase&lt;br /&gt;your line at a substantial concession, sir. But I myself can&lt;br /&gt;only trade in accordance with the experience of many years. I&lt;br /&gt;paid a high price for it and I don't feel like throwing away a&lt;br /&gt;second tuition fee. But I am as much obliged to you as if I had&lt;br /&gt;the money in the bank. It's a bull market, you know." And he&lt;br /&gt;strutted away, leaving Elmer dazed.&lt;br /&gt;What old Mr. Partridge said did not mean much to me until I&lt;br /&gt;began to think about my own numerous failures to make as much&lt;br /&gt;money as I ought to when I was so right on the general market.&lt;br /&gt;The more I studied the more I realized how wise that old chap&lt;br /&gt;was. He had evidently suffered from the same defect in his young&lt;br /&gt;days and knew his own human weaknesses. He would not lay himself&lt;br /&gt;open to a temptation that experience had taught him was hard to&lt;br /&gt;resist and had always proved expensive to him, as it was to me.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a long step forward in my trading education&lt;br /&gt;when I realized at last that when old Mr. Partridge kept on&lt;br /&gt;telling the other customers, "Well, you know this is a bull&lt;br /&gt;market!" he really meant to tell them that the big money was not&lt;br /&gt;in the individual fluctuations but in the main movements that&lt;br /&gt;is, not in reading the tape but in sizing up the entire market&lt;br /&gt;and its trend.&lt;br /&gt;And right here let me say one thing: After spending many&lt;br /&gt;years in Wall Street and after making and losing millions of&lt;br /&gt;dollars I want to tell you this: It never was my thinking that&lt;br /&gt;made the big money for me. It always was my sitting. Got that?&lt;br /&gt;My sitting tight! It is no trick at all to be right on the&lt;br /&gt;market. You always find lots of early bulls in bull markets and&lt;br /&gt;early bears in bear markets. I've known many men who were right&lt;br /&gt;at exactly the right time, and began buying or selling stocks&lt;br /&gt;when prices were at the very level, which should show the&lt;br /&gt;greatest profit. And their experience invariably matched mine --&lt;br /&gt;that is, they made no real money out of it. Men who can both be&lt;br /&gt;right and sit tight are uncommon. I found it one of the hardest&lt;br /&gt;things to learn. But it is only after a stock operator has&lt;br /&gt;firmly grasped this that he can make big money. It is literally&lt;br /&gt;true that millions come easier to a trader after he knows how to&lt;br /&gt;trade than hundreds did in the days of his ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is that a man may see straight and clearly and&lt;br /&gt;yet become impatient or doubtful when the market takes its time&lt;br /&gt;about doing as he figured it must do. That is why so many men in&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street, who are not at all in the sucker class, not even in&lt;br /&gt;the third grade, nevertheless lose money. The market does not&lt;br /&gt;beat them. They beat themselves, because though they have brains&lt;br /&gt;they cannot sit tight. Old Turkey was dead right in doing and&lt;br /&gt;saying what he did. He had not only the courage of his&lt;br /&gt;convictions but the intelligent patience to sit tight.&lt;br /&gt;Disregarding the big swing and trying to jump in and out&lt;br /&gt;was fatal to me. Nobody can catch all the fluctuations. In a&lt;br /&gt;bull market your game is to buy and hold until you believe that&lt;br /&gt;the bull market is near its end. To do this you must study&lt;br /&gt;general conditions and not tips or special factors affecting&lt;br /&gt;individual stocks. Then get out of all your stocks; get out for&lt;br /&gt;keeps! Wait until you see -- or if you prefer, until you think&lt;br /&gt;you see the turn of the market; the beginning of a reversal of&lt;br /&gt;general conditions. You have to use your brains and your vision&lt;br /&gt;to do this; otherwise my advice would be as idiotic as to tell&lt;br /&gt;you to buy cheap and sell dear. One of the most helpful things&lt;br /&gt;that anybody can learn is to give up trying to catch the last&lt;br /&gt;eighth or the first. These two are the most expensive eighths in&lt;br /&gt;the world. They have cost stock traders, in the aggregate,&lt;br /&gt;enough millions of dollars to build a concrete highway across&lt;br /&gt;the continent.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed in studying my plays in Fullerton's&lt;br /&gt;office after I began to trade less unintelligently was that my&lt;br /&gt;initial operations seldom showed me a loss. That naturally made&lt;br /&gt;me decide to start big. It gave me confidence in my own judgment&lt;br /&gt;before I allowed it to be vitiated by the advice of others or&lt;br /&gt;even by my own impatience at times. Without faith in his own&lt;br /&gt;judgment no man can go very far in this game. That is about all&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to study general conditions, to take a position&lt;br /&gt;and stick to it. I can wait without a twinge of impatience. I&lt;br /&gt;can see a setback without being shaken, knowing that it is only&lt;br /&gt;temporary. I have been short one hundred thousand shares and I&lt;br /&gt;have seen a big rally coming. I have figured and figured&lt;br /&gt;correctly -- that such a rally as I felt was inevitable, and&lt;br /&gt;even wholesome, would make a difference of one million dollars&lt;br /&gt;in my paper profits. And I nevertheless have stood pat and seen&lt;br /&gt;half my paper profit wiped out, without once considering the&lt;br /&gt;advisability of covering my shorts to put them out again on the&lt;br /&gt;rally. I knew that if I did I might lose my position and with it&lt;br /&gt;the certainty of a big killing. It is the big swing that makes&lt;br /&gt;the big money for you.&lt;br /&gt;If I learned all this so slowly it was because I learned by&lt;br /&gt;my mistakes, and some time always elapses between making a&lt;br /&gt;mistake and realizing it, and more time between realizing it and&lt;br /&gt;exactly determining it. But at the same time I was faring pretty&lt;br /&gt;comfortably and was very young, so that I made up in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my winnings were still made in part through my tape&lt;br /&gt;reading because the kind of markets we were having lent&lt;br /&gt;themselves fairly well to my method. I was not losing either as&lt;br /&gt;often or as irritatingly as in the beginning of my New York&lt;br /&gt;experiences. It wasn't anything to be proud of, when you think&lt;br /&gt;that I had been broke three times in less than two years. And as&lt;br /&gt;I told you, being broke is a very efficient educational agency.&lt;br /&gt;I was not increasing my stake very fast because I lived up&lt;br /&gt;to the handle all the time. I did not deprive myself of many of&lt;br /&gt;the things that a fellow of my age and tastes would want. I had&lt;br /&gt;my own automobile and I could not see any sense in skimping on&lt;br /&gt;living when I was taking it out of the market. The ticker only&lt;br /&gt;stopped Sundays and holidays, which was as it should be. Every&lt;br /&gt;time I found the reason for a loss or the why and how of another&lt;br /&gt;mistake, I added a brand-new Don’t to my schedule of assets. And&lt;br /&gt;the nicest way to capitalize my increasing assets was by not&lt;br /&gt;cutting down on my living expenses. Of course I had some amusing&lt;br /&gt;experiences and some that were not so amusing, but if I told&lt;br /&gt;them all in detail I'd never finish. As a matter of fact, the&lt;br /&gt;only incidents that I remember without special effort are those&lt;br /&gt;that taught me something of definite value to me in my trading;&lt;br /&gt;something that added to my store of knowledge of the game and of&lt;br /&gt;myself!&lt;br /&gt;IN the spring of 1906 I was in Atlantic City for a short vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I was out of stocks and was thinking only of having a&lt;br /&gt;change of air and a nice rest. By the way, I had gone back to my&lt;br /&gt;first brokers, Harding Brothers, and my account had got to be&lt;br /&gt;pretty active. I could swing three or four thousand shares. That&lt;br /&gt;wasn't much more than I had done in the old Cosmopolitan shop&lt;br /&gt;when I was barely twenty years of age. But there was some&lt;br /&gt;difference between my one-point margin in the bucket shop and&lt;br /&gt;the margin required by brokers who actually bought or sold&lt;br /&gt;stocks for my account on the New York Stock Exchange.&lt;br /&gt;You may remember the story I told you about that time when&lt;br /&gt;I was short thirty-five hundred Sugar in the Cosmopolitan and I&lt;br /&gt;had a hunch something was wrong and I'd better close the trade?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have often had that curious feeling. As a rule, I yield&lt;br /&gt;to it. But at times I have pooh-poohed the idea and have told&lt;br /&gt;myself that it was simply asinine to follow any of these sudden&lt;br /&gt;blind impulses to reverse my position. I have ascribed my hunch&lt;br /&gt;to a state of nerves resulting from too many cigars or&lt;br /&gt;insufficient sleep or a torpid liver or something of that kind.&lt;br /&gt;When I have argued myself into disregarding my impulse and have&lt;br /&gt;stood pat I have always had cause to regret it. A dozen&lt;br /&gt;instances occur to me when I did not sell as per hunch, and the&lt;br /&gt;next day I'd go downtown and the market would be strong, or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps even advance, and I'd tell myself how silly it would&lt;br /&gt;have been to obey the blind impulse to sell. But on the&lt;br /&gt;following day there would be a pretty bad drop. Something had&lt;br /&gt;broken loose somewhere and I'd have made money by not being so&lt;br /&gt;wise and logical. The reason plainly was not physiological but&lt;br /&gt;psychological.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you only about one of them because of what&lt;br /&gt;it did for me. It happened when I was having that little&lt;br /&gt;vacation in Atlantic City in the spring of i9o6. I had a friend&lt;br /&gt;with me who also was a customer of Harding Brothers. I had no&lt;br /&gt;interest in the market one way or another and was enjoying my&lt;br /&gt;rest. I can always give up trading to play, unless of course it&lt;br /&gt;is an exceptionally active market in which my commitments are&lt;br /&gt;rather heavy. It was a bull market, as I remember it. The&lt;br /&gt;outlook was favorable for general business and the stock market&lt;br /&gt;had slowed down but the tone was firm and all indications&lt;br /&gt;pointed to higher prices.&lt;br /&gt;One morning after we had breakfasted and had finished&lt;br /&gt;reading all the New York morning papers, and had got tired of&lt;br /&gt;watching the sea gulls picking up clams and flying up with them&lt;br /&gt;twenty feet in the air and dropping them on the hard wet sand to&lt;br /&gt;open them for their breakfast, my friend and I started up the&lt;br /&gt;Boardwalk. That was the most exciting thing we did in the&lt;br /&gt;daytime.&lt;br /&gt;It was not noon yet, and we walked up slowly to kill time&lt;br /&gt;and breathe the salt air. Harding Brothers had a branch office&lt;br /&gt;on the Boardwalk and we used to drop in every morning and see&lt;br /&gt;how they'd opened. It was more force of habit than anything&lt;br /&gt;else, for I wasn't doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;The market, we found, was strong and active. My friend, who&lt;br /&gt;was quite bullish, was carrying a moderate line purchased&lt;br /&gt;several points lower. He began to tell me what an obviously wise&lt;br /&gt;thing it was to hold stocks for much higher prices. I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;paying enough attention to him to take the trouble to agree with&lt;br /&gt;him. I was looking-over the quotation board, noting the changes&lt;br /&gt;they were mostly advances until I came to Union Pacific. I got a&lt;br /&gt;feeling that I ought to sell it. I can't tell you more. I just&lt;br /&gt;felt like selling it. I asked myself why I should feel like&lt;br /&gt;that, and I couldn't find any reason whatever for going short of&lt;br /&gt;UP.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the last price on the board until I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;see any figures or any board or anything else, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was that I wanted to sell Union Pacific and I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find out why I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;I must have looked queer, for my friend, who was standing&lt;br /&gt;alongside of me, suddenly nudged me and asked, "Hey, what's the&lt;br /&gt;matter?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Going to sleep?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said. "I am not going to sleep. What I am going to&lt;br /&gt;do is to sell that stock." I had always made money following my&lt;br /&gt;hunches.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to a table where there were some blank order&lt;br /&gt;pads. My friend followed me. I wrote out an order to sell a&lt;br /&gt;thousand Union Pacific at the market and handed it to the&lt;br /&gt;manager. He was smiling when I wrote it and when he took it. But&lt;br /&gt;when he read the order he stopped smiling and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this right?" he asked me. But I just looked at him and&lt;br /&gt;he rushed it over to the operator.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" asked my friend.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm selling it!" I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"Selling what?" he yelled at me. I f he was a bull how&lt;br /&gt;could I be a bear? Something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"A thousand UP," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he asked me in great excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, meaning I had no reason. But he must have&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd got a tip, because he took me by the arm and led me&lt;br /&gt;outside into the hall, where we could be out of sight and&lt;br /&gt;hearing of the other customers and rubbering chairwarmers.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you bear?" he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;He was quite excited. UP. was one of his pets and he was&lt;br /&gt;bullish on it because of its earnings and its prospects. But he&lt;br /&gt;was willing to take a bear tip on it at second hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing 1" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't?" He was skeptical and showed it plainly.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't hear a thing."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why in blazes are you selling?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," I told him. I spoke gospel truth.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come across, Larry," he said.&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was my habit to know why I traded. I had sold a&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares of Union Pacific. I must have a very good reason&lt;br /&gt;to sell that much stock in the face of the strong market.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," I repeated. "I just feel that something is&lt;br /&gt;going to happen."&lt;br /&gt;"What's going to happen?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I can't give you any reason. All I know is&lt;br /&gt;that I want to sell that stock. And I'm going to let 'em have&lt;br /&gt;another thousand."&lt;br /&gt;I walked back into the office and gave an order to sell a&lt;br /&gt;second thousand. If I was right in selling the first thousand I&lt;br /&gt;ought to have out a little more.&lt;br /&gt;"What could possibly happen?" persisted my friend, who&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make up his mind to follow my lead. If I'd told him&lt;br /&gt;that I had heard UP. was going down he'd have sold it without&lt;br /&gt;asking me from whom I'd heard it or why. "What could possibly&lt;br /&gt;happen?" he asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"A million things could happen. But I can't promise you&lt;br /&gt;that any of them will. I can't give you any reasons and I can't&lt;br /&gt;tell fortunes," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"Then you're crazy," he said. "Stark crazy, selling that&lt;br /&gt;stock without rime or reason. You don't know why you want to&lt;br /&gt;sell it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why I want to sell it. I only know I do want&lt;br /&gt;to," I said. "I want to, like everything." The urge was so&lt;br /&gt;strong that I sold another thousand.&lt;br /&gt;That was too much for my friend. He grabbed me by the arm&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Here! Let's get out of this place before you sell the&lt;br /&gt;entire capital stock."&lt;br /&gt;I had sold as much as I needed to satisfy my feeling, so I&lt;br /&gt;followed him without waiting for a report on the last two&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares. It was a pretty good jag of stock for me to&lt;br /&gt;sell even with the best of reasons. It seemed more than enough&lt;br /&gt;to be short of without any reason whatever, particularly when&lt;br /&gt;the entire market was so strong and there was nothing in sight&lt;br /&gt;to make anybody think of the bear side. But I remembered that on&lt;br /&gt;previous occasions when I had the same urge to sell and didn't&lt;br /&gt;do it I always had reasons to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;I have told some of these stories to friends, and some of&lt;br /&gt;them tell me it isn't a hunch but the subconscious mind, which&lt;br /&gt;is the creative mind, at work. That is the mind which makes&lt;br /&gt;artists do things without their knowing how they came to do&lt;br /&gt;them. Perhaps with me it was the cumulative effect of a lot of&lt;br /&gt;little things individually insignificant but collectively powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly my friend's unintelligent bullishness aroused a&lt;br /&gt;spirit of contradiction and I picked on UP. because it had been&lt;br /&gt;touted so much. I can't tell you what the cause or motive for&lt;br /&gt;hunches may be. All I know is that I went out of the Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;City branch office of Harding Brothers short three thousand&lt;br /&gt;Union Pacific in a rising market, and I wasn't worried a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know what price they'd got for my last two&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares. So after luncheon we walked up to the office. I&lt;br /&gt;had the pleasure of seeing that the general market was strong&lt;br /&gt;and Union Pacific higher.&lt;br /&gt;"I see your finish," said my friend. You could see he was&lt;br /&gt;glad he hadn't sold any.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the general market went up some more and I&lt;br /&gt;heard nothing but cheerful remarks from my friend. But I felt&lt;br /&gt;sure I had done right to sell UP, and I never get impatient when&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am right. What's the sense? That afternoon Union&lt;br /&gt;Pacific stopped climbing, and toward the end of the day it began&lt;br /&gt;to go off. Pretty soon it got down to a point below the level of&lt;br /&gt;the average of my three thousand shares. I felt more positive&lt;br /&gt;than ever that I was on the right side, and since I felt that&lt;br /&gt;way I naturally had to sell some more. So, toward the close, I&lt;br /&gt;sold an additional two thousand shares.&lt;br /&gt;There I was, short five thousand shares of UP. On a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;That was as much as I could sell in Harding's office with the&lt;br /&gt;margin I had up. It was too much stock for me to be short of, on&lt;br /&gt;a vacation; so I gave up the vacation and returned to New York&lt;br /&gt;that very night. There was no telling what might happen and I&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd better be Johnny-on-the-spot. There I could move&lt;br /&gt;quickly if I had to.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got the news of the San Francisco earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;It was an awful disaster. But the market opened down only&lt;br /&gt;a couple of points. The bull forces were at work, and the public&lt;br /&gt;never is independently responsive to news. You see that all&lt;br /&gt;the time. If there is a solid bull foundation, for instance,&lt;br /&gt;whether or not what the papers call bull manipulation is going&lt;br /&gt;on at the same time, certain news items fail to have the effect&lt;br /&gt;they would have if the Street was bearish. It is all in the&lt;br /&gt;state of sentiment at the time. In this case the Street did&lt;br /&gt;not appraise the extent of the catastrophe because it didn't&lt;br /&gt;wish to. Before the day was over prices came back. I was short&lt;br /&gt;five thousand shares. The blow had fallen, but my stock hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;My hunch was of the first water, but my bank account wasn't&lt;br /&gt;growing; not even on paper. The friend who had been in Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;City with me when I put out my short line in UP. Was glad and&lt;br /&gt;sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;He told me: "That was some hunch, kid. But, say, when the&lt;br /&gt;talent and the money are all on the bull side what's the use of&lt;br /&gt;bucking against them? They are bound to win out."&lt;br /&gt;"Give them time," I said. I meant prices. I wouldn't cover&lt;br /&gt;because I knew the damage was enormous and the Union Pacific&lt;br /&gt;would be one of the worst sufferers. But it was exasperating to&lt;br /&gt;see the blindness of the Street.&lt;br /&gt;"Give 'em time and your skin will be where all the other&lt;br /&gt;bear hides are stretched out in the sun, drying," he assured me.&lt;br /&gt;"What would you do?" I asked him. "Buy UP. On the strength&lt;br /&gt;of the millions of dollars of damage suffered by the Southern&lt;br /&gt;Pacific and other lines? Where are the earnings for dividends&lt;br /&gt;going to come from after they pay for all they've lost? The best&lt;br /&gt;you can say is that the trouble may not be as bad as it is&lt;br /&gt;painted. But is that a reason for buying the stocks of the roads&lt;br /&gt;chiefly affected? Answer me that."&lt;br /&gt;But all my friend said was: "Yes, that listens fine. But I&lt;br /&gt;tell you, the market doesn't agree with you. The tape doesn't&lt;br /&gt;lie, does it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't always tell the truth on the instant," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen. A man was talking to Jim Fisk a little before&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday, giving ten good reasons why gold ought to go down&lt;br /&gt;for keeps. He got so encouraged by his own words that he ended&lt;br /&gt;by telling Fisk that he was going to sell a few million. And Jim&lt;br /&gt;Fisk just looked at him and said, "Go ahead! Do! Sell it short&lt;br /&gt;and invite me to your funeral."'&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said; "and if that chap had sold it short, look at&lt;br /&gt;the killing he would have made l Sell some UP. yourself."&lt;br /&gt;"Not I! I'm the kind that thrives best on not rowing&lt;br /&gt;against wind and tide."&lt;br /&gt;On the following day, when fuller reports came in, the&lt;br /&gt;market began to slide off, but even then not as violently as it&lt;br /&gt;should. Knowing that nothing under the sun could stave off a&lt;br /&gt;substantial break I doubled up and sold five thousand shares.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by that time it was plain to most people, and my brokers&lt;br /&gt;were willing enough. It wasn't reckless of them or of me, not&lt;br /&gt;the way I sized up the market. On the day following, the market&lt;br /&gt;began to go for fair. There was the dickens to pay. Of course I&lt;br /&gt;pushed my luck for all it was worth. I doubled up again and sold&lt;br /&gt;ten thousand shares more. It was the only play possible.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking of anything except that I was right 100&lt;br /&gt;per cent right and that this was a heaven-sent opportunity. It&lt;br /&gt;was up to me to take advantage of it. I sold more. Did I think&lt;br /&gt;that with such a big line of shorts out, it wouldn't take much&lt;br /&gt;of a rally to wipe out my paper profits and possibly my&lt;br /&gt;principal? I don't know whether I thought of that or not, but if&lt;br /&gt;I did it didn't carry much weight with me. I wasn't plunging&lt;br /&gt;recklessly. I was really playing conservatively. There was&lt;br /&gt;nothing that anybody could do to undo the earthquake, was there?&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't restore the crumpled buildings overnight, free,&lt;br /&gt;gratis, for nothing, could they? All the money in the world&lt;br /&gt;couldn't help much in the next few hours, could it?&lt;br /&gt;I was not betting blindly. I wasn't a crazy bear. I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;drunk with success or thinking that because Frisco was pretty&lt;br /&gt;well wiped off the map the entire country was headed for the&lt;br /&gt;scrap heap. No, indeed! I didn't look for a panic. Well, the&lt;br /&gt;next day I cleaned up. I made two hundred and fifty thousand&lt;br /&gt;dollars. It was my biggest winnings up to that time. It was all&lt;br /&gt;made in a few days. The Street paid no attention to the&lt;br /&gt;earthquake the first day or two. They'll tell you that it was&lt;br /&gt;because the first dispatches were not so alarm ring, but I think&lt;br /&gt;it was because it took so long to change the point of view of&lt;br /&gt;the public toward the securities markets. Even the professional&lt;br /&gt;traders for the most part were slow and shortsighted.&lt;br /&gt;I have no explanation to give you, either scientific or&lt;br /&gt;childish. I am telling you what I did, and why, and what came of&lt;br /&gt;it. I was much less concerned with the mystery of the hunch than&lt;br /&gt;with the fact that I got a quarter of a million out of it. It&lt;br /&gt;meant that I could now swing a much bigger line than ever, if or&lt;br /&gt;when the time came for it.&lt;br /&gt;That summer I went to Saratoga Springs. It was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;be a vacation for me, but I kept an eye on the market. To&lt;br /&gt;begin with, I wasn't so tired that it bothered me to think&lt;br /&gt;about it. And then, everybody I knew up there had or had&lt;br /&gt;had an active interest in it. We naturally talked about it. I&lt;br /&gt;have noticed that there is quite a difference between talking&lt;br /&gt;and trading. Some of these chaps remind you of the bold clerk&lt;br /&gt;who talks to his cantankerous employer as to a yellow dog when&lt;br /&gt;he tells you about it.&lt;br /&gt;Harding Brothers had a branch office in Saratoga. Many of&lt;br /&gt;their customers were there. But the real reason, I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;was the advertising value. Having a branch office in a resort is&lt;br /&gt;simply high-class billboard advertising. I used to drop in and&lt;br /&gt;sit around with the rest of the crowd. The manager was a very&lt;br /&gt;nice chap from the New York office who was there to give the&lt;br /&gt;glad hand to friends and strangers and, if possible, to get&lt;br /&gt;business. It was a wonderful place for tips -- all kinds of&lt;br /&gt;tips, horse-race, stock-market, and waiters'. The office knew I&lt;br /&gt;'didn't take any, so the manager didn't come and whisper&lt;br /&gt;confidentially in my ear what he'd just got on the q. t. from&lt;br /&gt;the New York office. He simply passed over the telegrams,&lt;br /&gt;saying, "This is what they're sending out," or something of the&lt;br /&gt;kind.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I watched the market. With me, to look at the&lt;br /&gt;quotation board and to read the signs is one process. My good&lt;br /&gt;friend Union Pacific, I noticed, looked like going up. The price&lt;br /&gt;was high, but the stock acted as if it were being accumulated. I&lt;br /&gt;watched it a couple of days without trading in it, and the more&lt;br /&gt;I watched it the more convinced I became that it was being&lt;br /&gt;bought on balance by somebody who was no piker, somebody who not&lt;br /&gt;only had a big bank roll but knew what was what. Very clever&lt;br /&gt;accumulation, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was sure of this I naturally began to buy it,&lt;br /&gt;at about i6o. It kept on acting all hunky, and so I kept on&lt;br /&gt;buying it, five hundred shares at a clip. The more I bought the&lt;br /&gt;stronger it got, without any spurt, and I was feeling very&lt;br /&gt;comfortable. I couldn't see any reason why that stock shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;go up a great deal more; not with what I read on the tape.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the manager came to me and said they'd got&lt;br /&gt;a message from New York they had a direct wire of course --&lt;br /&gt;asking if I was in the office, and when they answered yes,&lt;br /&gt;another came saying: "Keep him there. Tell him Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Harding wants to speak to him."&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd wait, and bought five hundred shares more of UP.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine what Harding could have to say to me. I&lt;br /&gt;didn't think it was anything about business. My margin was more&lt;br /&gt;than ample for what I was buying. Pretty soon the manager came&lt;br /&gt;and told me that Mr. Ed Harding wanted me on the long-distance&lt;br /&gt;telephone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Ed," I said.&lt;br /&gt;But he said, "What the devil's the matter with you? Are you&lt;br /&gt;crazy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Buying all that stock."'&lt;br /&gt;"Why, isn't my margin all right?"&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't a case of margin, but of being a plain sucker."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get you."&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you buying all that Union Pacific?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's going up," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Going up, hell! Don't you know that the insiders are&lt;br /&gt;feeding it out to you? You're just about the easiest mark up&lt;br /&gt;there. You'd have more fun losing it on the ponies. Don't let&lt;br /&gt;them kid you."&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody is kidding me," I told him. "I haven't talked to a&lt;br /&gt;soul about it."&lt;br /&gt;But he came back at me: "You can't expect a miracle to save&lt;br /&gt;you every time you plunge in that stock. Get out while you've&lt;br /&gt;still got a chance," he said. "It's a crime to be long of that&lt;br /&gt;stock at this level-when these highbinders are shoveling it out&lt;br /&gt;by the ton."&lt;br /&gt;"The tape says they're buying it," I insisted.&lt;br /&gt;"Larry, I got heart disease when your orders began to come&lt;br /&gt;in. For the love of Mike, don't be a sucker. Get out! Right&lt;br /&gt;away. It's liable to bust wide open any minute. I've done my&lt;br /&gt;duty. Good-by!" And he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Ed Harding was a very clever chap, unusually well-informed&lt;br /&gt;and a real friend, disinterested and kind-hearted. And what was&lt;br /&gt;even more, I knew he was in position to hear things. All I had&lt;br /&gt;to go by in my purchases of UP., was my years of studying the&lt;br /&gt;behaviour of stocks and my perception of certain symptoms which&lt;br /&gt;experience had taught me usually accompanied a substantial rise.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to me, but I suppose I must have&lt;br /&gt;concluded that my tape reading told me the stock was being&lt;br /&gt;absorbed simply because very clever manipulation by the insiders&lt;br /&gt;made the tape tell a story that wasn't true. Possibly I was&lt;br /&gt;impressed by the pains Ed Harding took to stop me from making&lt;br /&gt;what he was so sure would be a colossal mistake on my part.&lt;br /&gt;Neither his brains nor his motives were to be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was that made me decide to follow his advice, I&lt;br /&gt;cannot tell you; but follow it, I did.&lt;br /&gt;I sold out all my Union Pacific. Of course if it was unwise&lt;br /&gt;to be long of it was equally unwise not to be short of it. So&lt;br /&gt;after I got rid of my long stock I sold four thousand shares&lt;br /&gt;short. I put out most of it around 162.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the directors of the Union Pacific Company&lt;br /&gt;declared a to per cent dividend on the stock. At first nobody in&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street believed it. It was too much like the desperate&lt;br /&gt;maneuver of cornered gamblers. All the newspapers jumped on the&lt;br /&gt;directors. But while the Wall Street talent hesitated to act the&lt;br /&gt;market boiled over. Union Pacific led, and on huge transactions&lt;br /&gt;made a hew high-record price. Some of the room traders made&lt;br /&gt;fortunes in an hour and I remember later hearing about a rather&lt;br /&gt;dull-witted specialist who made a mistake that put three hundred&lt;br /&gt;and fifty thousand dollars in his pocket. He sold his seat the&lt;br /&gt;following week and became a gentleman farmer the following&lt;br /&gt;month.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I realised, the moment I heard the news of the&lt;br /&gt;declaration of that unprecedented to per cent dividend, that I&lt;br /&gt;got what I deserved for disregarding the voice of experience and&lt;br /&gt;listening to the voice of a tipster. My own convictions I had&lt;br /&gt;set aside for the suspicions of a friend, simply because he was&lt;br /&gt;disinterested and as a rule knew what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw Union Pacific making new high records I&lt;br /&gt;said to myself, "This is no stock for me to be short of."&lt;br /&gt;All I had in the world was up as margin in Harding's&lt;br /&gt;office. I was neither cheered nor made stubborn by the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;of that fact. What was plain was that I had read the tape&lt;br /&gt;accurately and that I had been a ninny to let Ed Harding shake&lt;br /&gt;my own resolution. There was no sense in recriminations, because&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to lose; and besides, what's done is done. So I&lt;br /&gt;gave an order to take in my shorts. The stock was around i65&lt;br /&gt;when I sent in that order to buy in the four thousand UP. at the&lt;br /&gt;market. I had a three-point loss on it at that figure. Well, my&lt;br /&gt;brokers paid 172 and 17¢ for some of it before they were&lt;br /&gt;through. I found when I got my reports that Ed Harding's kindly&lt;br /&gt;intentioned interference cost me forty thousand dollars. A low&lt;br /&gt;price for a man to pay for not having the courage of his own&lt;br /&gt;convictions! It was a cheap lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't worried, because the tape said still higher&lt;br /&gt;prices. It was an unusual move and there were no precedents for&lt;br /&gt;the action of the directors, but I did this time what I thought&lt;br /&gt;I ought to do. As soon as I had given the first order to buy&lt;br /&gt;four thousand shares to cover my shorts I decided to profit by&lt;br /&gt;what the tape indicated and so I went along. I bought four&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares and held that stock until the next morning. Then&lt;br /&gt;I got out. I not only made up the forty thousand dollars I had&lt;br /&gt;lost but about fifteen thousand besides. If Ed Harding hadn't&lt;br /&gt;tried to save me money I'd have made a killing. But he did me a&lt;br /&gt;very great service, for it was the lesson of that episode that,&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe, completed my education as a trader.&lt;br /&gt;It was not that all I needed to learn was not to take tips&lt;br /&gt;but follow my own inclination. It was that I gained confidence&lt;br /&gt;in myself and I was able finally to shake off the old method of&lt;br /&gt;trading. That Saratoga experience was my last haphazard,&lt;br /&gt;hit-or-miss operation. From then on I began to think of basic&lt;br /&gt;conditions instead of individual stocks. I promoted myself to a&lt;br /&gt;higher grade in the hard school of speculation. It was a long&lt;br /&gt;and difficult step to take.&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER VII&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER hesitate to tell a man that I am bullish or bearish. But&lt;br /&gt;I do not tell people to buy or sell any particular stock. In a&lt;br /&gt;bear market all stocks go down and in a bull market they go up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean of course that in a bear market caused by a war,&lt;br /&gt;ammunition shares do not go up. I speak in a general sense. But&lt;br /&gt;the average man doesn't wish to be told that it is a bull or a&lt;br /&gt;bear market. What he desires is to be told specifically which&lt;br /&gt;particular stock to buy or sell. He wants to get something for&lt;br /&gt;nothing. He does not wish to work. He doesn't even wish to have&lt;br /&gt;to think. It is too much bother to have to count the money that&lt;br /&gt;he picks up from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't that lazy, but I found it easier to think of&lt;br /&gt;individual stocks than of the general market and therefore of&lt;br /&gt;individual fluctuations rather than of general movements. I had&lt;br /&gt;to change and I did.&lt;br /&gt;People don't seem to grasp easily the fundamentals of stock&lt;br /&gt;trading. I have often said that to buy on a rising market is the&lt;br /&gt;most comfortable way of buying stocks. Now, the point is not so&lt;br /&gt;much to buy as cheap as possible or go short at top prices, but&lt;br /&gt;to buy or sell at the right time. When I am bearish and I sell a&lt;br /&gt;stock, each sale must be at a lower level than the previous&lt;br /&gt;sale. When I am buying, the reverse is true. I must buy on a&lt;br /&gt;rising scale. I don't buy long stock on a scale down, I buy on a&lt;br /&gt;scale up.&lt;br /&gt;Let us suppose, for example, that I am buying some stock.&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy two thousand shares at 110. If the stock goes up to 111&lt;br /&gt;after I buy it I am, at least temporarily, right in my&lt;br /&gt;operation, because it is a point higher; it shows me a profit.&lt;br /&gt;Well, because I am right I go in and buy another two thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares. If the market is still rising I buy a third lot of two&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares. Say the price goes to 114. I think it is enough&lt;br /&gt;for the time being. I now have a trading basis to work from. I&lt;br /&gt;am long six thousand shares at an average of 111-3/4 and the&lt;br /&gt;stock is selling at 114. I won't buy any more just then. I wait&lt;br /&gt;and see. I figure that at some stage of the rise there is going&lt;br /&gt;to be a reaction. I want to see how the market takes care of&lt;br /&gt;itself after that reaction. It will probably react to where I&lt;br /&gt;got my third lot. Say that after going higher it falls back to&lt;br /&gt;112-1/4, and then rallies. Well, just as it goes back to 113-3/4&lt;br /&gt;I shoot an order to buy four thousand at the market of course.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I get that four thousand at 113-3/4 I know something is&lt;br /&gt;wrong and I'll give a testing order that is, I'll sell one&lt;br /&gt;thousand shares to see how the market takes it. But suppose that&lt;br /&gt;of the order to buy the four thousand shares that I put in when&lt;br /&gt;the price was 113-3/4 I get two thousand at 114 and five hundred&lt;br /&gt;at 114-1/2 and the rest on the way up so that for the last five&lt;br /&gt;hundred I pay 115-1/2. Then I know I am right. It is the way I&lt;br /&gt;get the four thousand shares that tells me whether I am right in&lt;br /&gt;buying that particular stock at that particular time for of&lt;br /&gt;course I am working on the assumption that I have checked up&lt;br /&gt;general conditions pretty well and they are bullish. I never&lt;br /&gt;want to buy stocks too cheap or too easily.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a story I heard about Deacon S. V. White when he&lt;br /&gt;was one of the big operators of the Street. He was a very fine&lt;br /&gt;old man, clever as they make them, and brave. He did some&lt;br /&gt;wonderful things in his day, from all I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;It was in the old days when Sugar was one of the most&lt;br /&gt;continuous purveyors of fireworks in the market. H. O.&lt;br /&gt;Havemeyer, president of the company, was in the heyday of his&lt;br /&gt;power. I gather from talks with the old-timers that H. O. and&lt;br /&gt;his following had all the resources of cash and cleverness&lt;br /&gt;necessary to put through successfully any deal in their own&lt;br /&gt;stock. They tell me that Havemeyer trimmed more small&lt;br /&gt;professional traders in that stock than any other insider in any&lt;br /&gt;other stock. As a rule, the floor traders are more likely to&lt;br /&gt;thwart the insiders' game than help it.&lt;br /&gt;One day a man who knew Deacon White rushed into the office&lt;br /&gt;all excited and said, "Deacon, you told me if I ever got any&lt;br /&gt;good information to come to you at once with it and if used it&lt;br /&gt;you'd carry me for a few hundred shares." He paused for breath&lt;br /&gt;and for confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;The deacon looked at him in that meditative way he had and&lt;br /&gt;said, "I don't know whether I ever told you exactly that or not,&lt;br /&gt;but I am willing to pay for information that I can use."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I've got it for you."&lt;br /&gt;"Now, that's nice," said the deacon, so mildly that the man&lt;br /&gt;with the info swelled up and said, "Yes, sir, deacon." Then he&lt;br /&gt;came closer so nobody else would hear and said, "H. O. Havemeyer&lt;br /&gt;is buying Sugar."&lt;br /&gt;"Is he?" asked the deacon quite calmly.&lt;br /&gt;It peeved the informant, who said impressively: "Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Buying all he can get, deacon."&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, are you sure?" asked old S. V.&lt;br /&gt;"Deacon, I know it for a positive fact. The old inside gang&lt;br /&gt;are buying all they can lay their hands on. It's got something&lt;br /&gt;to do with the tariff and there's going to be a killing in the&lt;br /&gt;common. It will cross the preferred. And that means a sure&lt;br /&gt;thirty points for a starter."&lt;br /&gt;"D' you really think so?" And the old man looked at him&lt;br /&gt;over the top of the old-fashioned silver-rimmed spectacles that&lt;br /&gt;he had put on to look at the tape.&lt;br /&gt;"Do I think so? No, I don't think so; I know so. Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;Why, deacon, when H. O. Havemeyer and his friends buy&lt;br /&gt;Sugar as they're doing now they're never satisfied with anything&lt;br /&gt;less than forty points net. I shouldn't be surprised to see the&lt;br /&gt;market get away from them any minute and shoot up before they've&lt;br /&gt;got their full lines. There ain't as much of it kicking around&lt;br /&gt;the brokers' offices as there was a month ago."&lt;br /&gt;"He's buying Sugar, eh?" repeated the deacon absently.&lt;br /&gt;"Buying it? Why, he's scooping it in as fast as he can&lt;br /&gt;without putting up the price on himself."&lt;br /&gt;"So?" said the deacon. That was all.&lt;br /&gt;But it was enough to nettle the tipster, and he said, "Yes,&lt;br /&gt;sir-reel And I call that very good information. Why, it's&lt;br /&gt;absolutely straight."&lt;br /&gt;"Is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes; and it ought to be worth a whole lot. Are you going&lt;br /&gt;to use it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes. I'm going to use it."&lt;br /&gt;"When?" asked the information bringer suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;"Right away." And the deacon called:.”Frank!" It was the&lt;br /&gt;first name of his shrewdest broker, who was then in the&lt;br /&gt;adjoining room.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir," said Frank.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish you'd go over to the Board and sell ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;Sugar."&lt;br /&gt;"Sell?" yelled the tipster. There was such suffering in his&lt;br /&gt;voice that Frank, who had started out at a run, halted in his&lt;br /&gt;tracks.&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes," said the deacon mildly.&lt;br /&gt;"But I told you H. O. Havemeyer was buying it!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know you did, my friend," said the deacon calmly; and&lt;br /&gt;turning to the broker: "Make haste, Frank!"&lt;br /&gt;The broker rushed out to execute the order and the tipster&lt;br /&gt;turned red.&lt;br /&gt;"I came in here," he said furiously, "with the best&lt;br /&gt;information I ever had. I brought it to you because I thought&lt;br /&gt;you were my friend, and square. I expected you to act on it."&lt;br /&gt;"I am acting on it," interrupted the deacon in a&lt;br /&gt;tranquillizing voice.&lt;br /&gt;"But I told you H. O. and his gang were buying!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. I heard you."&lt;br /&gt;"Buying! Buying! I said buying!" shrieked the tipster.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, buying! That is what I understood you to say," the&lt;br /&gt;deacon assured him. He was standing by the ticker, looking at&lt;br /&gt;the tape.&lt;br /&gt;"But you are selling it."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes; ten thousand shares." And the deacon nodded. "Selling&lt;br /&gt;it, of course."&lt;br /&gt;He stopped talking to concentrate on the tape and the&lt;br /&gt;tipster approached to see what the deacon saw, for the old man&lt;br /&gt;was very foxy. While he was looking over the deacon's shoulder a&lt;br /&gt;clerk came in with a slip, obviously the report from Frank. The&lt;br /&gt;deacon barely glanced at it. He had seen on the tape how his&lt;br /&gt;order had been executed.&lt;br /&gt;It made him say to the clerk, "Tell him to sell another ten&lt;br /&gt;thousand Sugar."&lt;br /&gt;"Deacon, I swear to you that they really are buying the&lt;br /&gt;stock 1"&lt;br /&gt;"Did Mr. Havemeyer tell you?" asked the deacon quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not! He never tells anybody anything. He would not&lt;br /&gt;bat an eyelid to help his best friend make a nickel. But I know&lt;br /&gt;this is true."&lt;br /&gt;"Do not allow yourself to become excited, my friend." And&lt;br /&gt;the deacon held up a hand. He was looking at the tape. The&lt;br /&gt;tip-bringer said, bitterly "If I had known you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of what I expected I'd never have wasted your time&lt;br /&gt;or mine. But I am not going to feel glad when you cover that&lt;br /&gt;stock at an awful loss. I'm sorry for you, deacon. Honest l if&lt;br /&gt;you'll excuse me I'll go elsewhere and act on my own&lt;br /&gt;information."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm acting on it. I think I know a little about the&lt;br /&gt;market; not as much, perhaps, as you and your friend H. O. Havemeyer,&lt;br /&gt;but still a little. What I am doing is what my experience&lt;br /&gt;tells me is the wise thing to do with the information you&lt;br /&gt;brought me. After a man has been in Wall Street as long as I&lt;br /&gt;have he is grateful for anybody who feels sorry for him. Remain&lt;br /&gt;calm, my friend."&lt;br /&gt;The man just stared at the deacon, for whose judgment and&lt;br /&gt;nerve he had great respect.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon the clerk came in again and handed a report to&lt;br /&gt;the deacon, who looked at it and said: "Now tell him to buy&lt;br /&gt;thirty thousand Sugar. Thirty thousand 1"&lt;br /&gt;The clerk hurried away and the tipster just grunted and&lt;br /&gt;looked at the old gray fox.&lt;br /&gt;"My friend," the deacon explained kindly, "I did not doubt&lt;br /&gt;that you were telling me the truth as you saw it. But even if I&lt;br /&gt;had heard H. O. Havemeyer tell you himself, I still would have&lt;br /&gt;acted as I did. For there was only one way to find out if&lt;br /&gt;anybody was buying the stock in the way you said H. O. Havemeyer&lt;br /&gt;and his friends were buying it, and that was to do what I did.&lt;br /&gt;The first ten thousand shares went fairly easily. It was not&lt;br /&gt;quite conclusive. But the second ten thousand was absorbed by a&lt;br /&gt;market that did not stop rising. The way the twenty thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares were taken by somebody proved to me that somebody was in&lt;br /&gt;truth willing to take all the stock that was offered. It doesn't&lt;br /&gt;particularly matter at this point who that particular somebody&lt;br /&gt;may be. So I have covered my shorts and am long ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares, and I think that your information was good as far as it&lt;br /&gt;went."&lt;br /&gt;"And how far does it go?" asked the tipster.&lt;br /&gt;"You have five hundred shares in this office at the average&lt;br /&gt;price of the ten thousand shares," said the deacon. "Good day,&lt;br /&gt;my friend. Be calm the next time."&lt;br /&gt;"Say, deacon," said the tipster, "won't you please sell&lt;br /&gt;mine when you sell yours? I don't know as much as I thought I&lt;br /&gt;did."&lt;br /&gt;That's the theory. That is why I never buy stocks cheap. Of&lt;br /&gt;course I always try to buy effectively in such a way as to help&lt;br /&gt;my side of the market. When it comes to selling stocks, it is&lt;br /&gt;plain that nobody can sell unless somebody wants those stocks.&lt;br /&gt;If you operate on a large scale you will have to bear that&lt;br /&gt;in mind all the time. A man studies conditions, plans his&lt;br /&gt;operations carefully and proceeds to act. He swings a pretty&lt;br /&gt;fair line and he accumulates a big profit on paper. Well, that&lt;br /&gt;man can't sell at will. You can't expect the market to absorb&lt;br /&gt;fifty thousand shares of one stock as easily as it does one&lt;br /&gt;hundred. He will have to wait until he has a market there to&lt;br /&gt;take it. There comes the time when he thinks the requisite&lt;br /&gt;buying power is there. When that opportunity comes he must seize&lt;br /&gt;it. As a rule he will have been waiting for it. He has to sell&lt;br /&gt;when he can, not when he wants to. To learn the time, he has to&lt;br /&gt;watch and test. It is no trick to tell when the market can take&lt;br /&gt;what you give it. But in starting a movement it is unwise to&lt;br /&gt;take on your full line unless you are convinced that conditions&lt;br /&gt;are exactly right. Remember that stocks are never too high for&lt;br /&gt;you to begin buying or too low to begin selling. But after the&lt;br /&gt;initial transaction, don't make a second unless the first shows&lt;br /&gt;you a profit. Wait and watch. That is where your tape reading&lt;br /&gt;comes into enable you to decide as to the proper time for&lt;br /&gt;beginning. Much depends upon beginning at exactly the right&lt;br /&gt;time. It took me years to realize the importance of this. It&lt;br /&gt;also cost me some hundreds of thousands of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be understood as advising persistent pyramiding.&lt;br /&gt;A man can pyramid and make big money that he couldn't&lt;br /&gt;make if he didn't pyramid; of course. But what I meant to say&lt;br /&gt;was this: Suppose a man's line is five hundred shares of stock.&lt;br /&gt;I say that he ought not to buy it all at once; not if he is&lt;br /&gt;speculating. If he is merely gambling the only advice I have to&lt;br /&gt;give him is, don't!&lt;br /&gt;Suppose he buys his first hundred, and that promptly shows&lt;br /&gt;him a loss. Why should he go to work and get more stock? He&lt;br /&gt;ought to see at once that he is in wrong; at least temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER VIII&lt;br /&gt;THE Union Pacific incident in Saratoga in the summer of 1906&lt;br /&gt;made me more independent than ever of tips and talk that is, of&lt;br /&gt;the opinions and surmises and suspicions of other people,&lt;br /&gt;however friendly or however able they might be personally.&lt;br /&gt;Events, not vanity, proved for me that I could read the tape&lt;br /&gt;more accurately than most of the people about me. I also was&lt;br /&gt;better equipped than the average customer of Harding Brothers in&lt;br /&gt;that I was utterly free from speculative prejudices. The bear&lt;br /&gt;side doesn't appeal to me any more than the bull side, or vice&lt;br /&gt;versa. My one steadfast prejudice is against being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Even as a lad I always got my own meanings out of such&lt;br /&gt;facts as I observed. It is the only way in which the meaning&lt;br /&gt;reaches me. I cannot get out of facts what somebody tells me to&lt;br /&gt;get. They are my facts, don't you see? If I believe something&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure it is because I simply must. When I am long of&lt;br /&gt;stocks it is because my reading of conditions has made me&lt;br /&gt;bullish. But you find many people, reputed to be intelligent,&lt;br /&gt;who are bullish because they have stocks. I do not allow my&lt;br /&gt;possessions or my prepossessions either to do any thinking for&lt;br /&gt;me. That is why I repeat that I never argue with the tape. To be&lt;br /&gt;angry at the market because it unexpectedly or even illogically&lt;br /&gt;goes against you is like getting mad at your lungs because you&lt;br /&gt;have pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;I had been gradually approaching the full realization of&lt;br /&gt;how much more than tape reading there was to stock speculation.&lt;br /&gt;Old man Partridge's insistence on the vital importance of being&lt;br /&gt;continuously bullish in a bull market doubtless made my mind&lt;br /&gt;dwell on the need above all other things of determining the kind&lt;br /&gt;of market a man is trading in. I began to realize that the big&lt;br /&gt;money must necessarily be in the big swing. Whatever might seem&lt;br /&gt;to give a big swing, initial impulse, the fact is that its&lt;br /&gt;continuance is not the result of manipulation by pools or&lt;br /&gt;artifice by financiers, but depends upon basic conditions. And&lt;br /&gt;no matter who opposes it, the swing must inevitably run as far&lt;br /&gt;and as fast and as long as the impelling forces determine.&lt;br /&gt;After Saratoga I began to see more clearly perhaps I should&lt;br /&gt;say more maturely that since the entire list moves in accordance&lt;br /&gt;with the main current there was not so much need as I had&lt;br /&gt;imagined to study individual plays or the behaviour of this or&lt;br /&gt;the other stock. Also, by thinking of the swing a man was not&lt;br /&gt;limited in his trading. He could buy or sell the entire list. In&lt;br /&gt;certain stocks a short line is dangerous after a man sells more&lt;br /&gt;than a certain percentage of the capital stock, the amount&lt;br /&gt;depending upon how, where and by whom the stock is held. But he&lt;br /&gt;could sell a million shares of the general list if he had the&lt;br /&gt;price without the danger of being squeezed. A great deal of&lt;br /&gt;money used to be made periodically by insiders in the old days&lt;br /&gt;out of the shorts and their carefully fostered fears of corners&lt;br /&gt;and squeezes.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the thing to do was to be bullish in a bull&lt;br /&gt;market and bearish in a bear market. Sounds silly, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But I had to grasp that general principle firmly before I saw&lt;br /&gt;that to put it into practice really meant to anticipate&lt;br /&gt;probabilities. It took me a long time to learn to trade on those&lt;br /&gt;lines. But in justice to myself I must remind you that up to&lt;br /&gt;then I had never had a big enough stake to speculate that way. A&lt;br /&gt;big swing will mean big money if your line is big, and to be&lt;br /&gt;able to swing a big line you need a big balance at your&lt;br /&gt;broker's.&lt;br /&gt;I always had or felt that I had to make my daily bread out&lt;br /&gt;of the stock market. It interfered with my efforts to increase&lt;br /&gt;the stake available for the more profitable but slower and&lt;br /&gt;therefore more immediately expensive method of trading on&lt;br /&gt;swings.&lt;br /&gt;But now not only did my confidence in myself grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;but my brokers ceased to think of me as a sporadically lucky Boy&lt;br /&gt;Plunger. They had made a great deal out of me in commissions,&lt;br /&gt;but now I was in a fair way to become their star customer and as&lt;br /&gt;such to have a value beyond the actual volume of my trading. A&lt;br /&gt;customer who makes money is an asset to any broker's office.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I ceased to be satisfied with merely studying&lt;br /&gt;the tape I ceased to concern myself exclusively with the daily&lt;br /&gt;fluctuations in specific stocks, and when that happened I simply&lt;br /&gt;had to study the game from a different angle. I worked back from&lt;br /&gt;the quotation to first principles; from price fluctuations to&lt;br /&gt;basic conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had been reading the daily dope regularly for a&lt;br /&gt;long time. All traders do. But much of it was gossip, some of it&lt;br /&gt;deliberately false, and the rest merely the personal opinion of&lt;br /&gt;the writers. The reputable weekly reviews when they touched upon&lt;br /&gt;underlying conditions were not entirely satisfactory to me. The&lt;br /&gt;point of view of the financial editors was not mine as a rule.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a vital matter for them to marshal their facts and&lt;br /&gt;draw their conclusions from them, but it was for me. Also there&lt;br /&gt;was a vast difference in our appraisal of the element of time.&lt;br /&gt;The analysis of the week that had passed was less important to&lt;br /&gt;me than the forecast of the weeks that were to come.&lt;br /&gt;For years I had been the victim of an unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;combination of inexperience, youth and insufficient capital. But&lt;br /&gt;now I felt the elation of a discoverer. My new attitude toward&lt;br /&gt;the game explained my repeated failures to make big money in New&lt;br /&gt;York. But now with adequate resources, experience and&lt;br /&gt;confidence, I was in such a hurry to try the new key that I did&lt;br /&gt;not notice that there was another lock on the door time lock! It&lt;br /&gt;was a perfectly natural oversight. I had to pay the usual&lt;br /&gt;tuition a good whack per each step forward.&lt;br /&gt;I studied the situation in 1906 and I thought that the&lt;br /&gt;money outlook was particularly serious. Much actual wealth the&lt;br /&gt;world over had been destroyed. Everybody must sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;feel the pinch, and therefore nobody would be in position to&lt;br /&gt;help anybody. It would not be the kind of hard times that comes&lt;br /&gt;from the swapping of a house worth ten thousand dollars for a&lt;br /&gt;carload of racehorses worth eight thousand dollars. It was the&lt;br /&gt;complete destruction of the house by fire and of most of the&lt;br /&gt;horses by a railroad wreck. It was good hard cash that went up&lt;br /&gt;in cannon smoke in the Boer War, and the millions spent for&lt;br /&gt;feeding nonproducing soldiery in South Africa meant no help from&lt;br /&gt;British investors as in the past. Also, the earthquake and the&lt;br /&gt;fire in San Francisco and other disasters touched everybody --&lt;br /&gt;manufacturers, farmers, merchants, labourers and millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;The railroads must suffer greatly. I figured that nothing could&lt;br /&gt;stave off one peach of a smash. Such being the case there was&lt;br /&gt;but one thing to do sell stocks!&lt;br /&gt;I told you I had already observed that my initial&lt;br /&gt;transaction, after I made up my mind which way I was going to&lt;br /&gt;trade, was apt to show me a profit. And now when I decided to&lt;br /&gt;sell I plunged. Since we undoubtedly were entering upon a&lt;br /&gt;genuine bear market I was sure I should make the biggest killing&lt;br /&gt;of my career.&lt;br /&gt;The market went off. Then it came back. It shaded off and&lt;br /&gt;then it began to advance steadily. My paper profits vanished and&lt;br /&gt;my paper losses grew. One day it looked as if not a bear would&lt;br /&gt;be left to tell the tale of the strictly genuine bear market. I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stand the gaff. I covered. It was just as well. If I&lt;br /&gt;hadn't I wouldn't have had enough left to buy a postal card. I&lt;br /&gt;lost most of my fur, but it was better to live to fight another&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;I had made a mistake. But where? I was bearish in a bear&lt;br /&gt;market. That was wise. I had sold stocks short. That was proper.&lt;br /&gt;I had sold them too soon. That was costly. My position was right&lt;br /&gt;but my play was wrong. However, every day brought the market&lt;br /&gt;nearer to the inevitable smash. So I waited and when the rally&lt;br /&gt;began to falter and pause I let them have as much stock as my&lt;br /&gt;sadly diminished margins permitted. I was right this time for&lt;br /&gt;exactly one whole day, for on the next there was another rally.&lt;br /&gt;Another big bite out of yours truly! So I read the tape and&lt;br /&gt;covered and waited. In due course I sold again and again they&lt;br /&gt;went down promisingly and then they rudely rallied.&lt;br /&gt;It looked as if the market were doing its best to make me&lt;br /&gt;go back to my old and simple ways of bucket-shop trading. It was&lt;br /&gt;the first time I had worked with a definite forward looking plan&lt;br /&gt;embracing the entire market instead of one or two stocks. I&lt;br /&gt;figured that I must win if I held out. Of course at that time I&lt;br /&gt;had not developed my system of placing my bets or I would have&lt;br /&gt;put out my short line on a declining market, as I explained to&lt;br /&gt;you the last time. I would not then have lost so much of my&lt;br /&gt;margin. I would have been wrong but not hurt. You see, I had&lt;br /&gt;observed certain facts but had not learned to co-ordinate them.&lt;br /&gt;My incomplete observation not only did not help but actually&lt;br /&gt;hindered.&lt;br /&gt;I have always found it profitable to study my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I eventually discovered that it was all very well not to&lt;br /&gt;lose your bear position in a bear market, but that at all times&lt;br /&gt;the tape should be read to determine the propitiousness of the&lt;br /&gt;time for operating. If you begin right you will not see your&lt;br /&gt;profitable position seriously menaced; and then you will find no&lt;br /&gt;trouble in sitting tight.&lt;br /&gt;Of course today I have greater confidence in the accuracy&lt;br /&gt;of my observations in which neither hopes nor hobbies play any&lt;br /&gt;part and also I have greater facilities for verifying my facts&lt;br /&gt;as well as 'for variously testing the correctness of my views.&lt;br /&gt;But in i9o6 the succession of rallies dangerously impaired my&lt;br /&gt;margins.&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly twenty-seven years old. I had been at the game&lt;br /&gt;twelve years. But the first time I traded because of a crisis&lt;br /&gt;that was still to come I found that I had been using a&lt;br /&gt;telescope. Between my first glimpse of the storm cloud and the&lt;br /&gt;time for cashing in on the big break the stretch was evidently&lt;br /&gt;so much greater than I had thought that I began to wonder&lt;br /&gt;whether I really saw what I thought I saw so clearly. We had had&lt;br /&gt;many warnings and sensational ascensions in call money rates.&lt;br /&gt;Still some of the great financiers talked hopefully at least to&lt;br /&gt;newspaper reporters and the ensuing rallies in the stock market&lt;br /&gt;gave the lie to the calamity howlers. Was I fundamentally wrong&lt;br /&gt;in being bearish or merely temporarily wrong in having begun to&lt;br /&gt;sell short too soon?&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I began too soon, but that I really couldn't&lt;br /&gt;help it. Then the market began to sell off. That was my&lt;br /&gt;opportunity. I sold all I could, and then stocks rallied again,&lt;br /&gt;to quite a high level.&lt;br /&gt;It cleaned me out.&lt;br /&gt;There I was -- right and busted!&lt;br /&gt;I tell you it was remarkable. What happened was this I&lt;br /&gt;looked ahead and saw a big pile of dollars. Out of it stuck a&lt;br /&gt;sign. It had "Help yourself," on it, in huge letters. Beside it&lt;br /&gt;stood a cart with "Lawrence Livermore Trucking Corporation"&lt;br /&gt;painted on its side. I had a brand-new shovel in my hand. There&lt;br /&gt;was not another soul in sight, so I had no competition in the&lt;br /&gt;gold-shoveling, which is one beauty of seeing the dollar-heap&lt;br /&gt;ahead of others. The people who might have seen it if they had&lt;br /&gt;stopped to look were just then looking at baseball games&lt;br /&gt;instead, or motoring or buying houses to be paid for with the&lt;br /&gt;very dollars that I saw. That was the first time that I had seen&lt;br /&gt;big money ahead, and I naturally started toward it on the run.&lt;br /&gt;Before I could reach the dollar-pile my wind went back on me and&lt;br /&gt;I fell to the ground. The pile of dollars was still there, but I&lt;br /&gt;had lost the shovel, and the wagon was gone. So much for&lt;br /&gt;sprinting too soon ! I was too eager to prove to myself that I&lt;br /&gt;had seen real dollars and not a mirage. I saw, and knew that I&lt;br /&gt;saw. Thinking about the reward for my excellent sight kept me&lt;br /&gt;from considering the distance to the dollar-heap. I should have&lt;br /&gt;walked and not sprinted.&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened. I didn't wait to determine whether or not&lt;br /&gt;the time was right for plunging on the bear side. On the one&lt;br /&gt;occasion when I should have invoked the aid of my tape-reading I&lt;br /&gt;didn't do it. That is how I came to learn that even when one is&lt;br /&gt;properly bearish at the very beginning of a bear market it is&lt;br /&gt;well not to begin selling in bulk until there is no danger of&lt;br /&gt;the engine back-firing.&lt;br /&gt;I had traded in a good many thousands of shares at Harding's&lt;br /&gt;office in all those years, and,&lt;br /&gt;moreover, the firm had confidence in me&lt;br /&gt;and our relations were of the&lt;br /&gt;pleasantest. I think they felt that I was bound to be right&lt;br /&gt;again very shortly and they knew that with my habit of pushing&lt;br /&gt;my luck all I needed was a start and I'd more than recover what&lt;br /&gt;I had lost&lt;br /&gt;They had made a great deal of money out of my trading and&lt;br /&gt;they would make more. So there was no trouble about my being&lt;br /&gt;able to trade there again as long as my credit stood high.&lt;br /&gt;The succession of spankings I had received made me less&lt;br /&gt;aggressively cocksure; perhaps I should say less careless, for&lt;br /&gt;of course I knew I was just so much nearer to the smash. All I&lt;br /&gt;could do was wait watchfully, as I should have done before&lt;br /&gt;plunging. It wasn't a case of locking the stable after the horse&lt;br /&gt;was stolen. I simply had to be sure, the next time I tried. If a&lt;br /&gt;man didn't make mistakes he'd own the world in a month. But if&lt;br /&gt;he didn't profit by his mistakes he wouldn't own a blessed&lt;br /&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sir, one fine morning I came downtown feeling cocksure&lt;br /&gt;once more. There wasn't any doubt this time. I had read an&lt;br /&gt;advertisement in the financial pages of all the newspapers that&lt;br /&gt;was the high sign I hadn't had the sense to wait for before&lt;br /&gt;plunging. It was the announcement of a new issue of stock by the&lt;br /&gt;Northern Pacific and Great Northern roads. The payments were to&lt;br /&gt;be made on the installment plan for the convenience of the&lt;br /&gt;stockholders. This consideration was something new in Wall&lt;br /&gt;Street. It struck me as more than ominous.&lt;br /&gt;For years the unfailing bull item on Great Northern preferred&lt;br /&gt;had been the announcement that another melon was to be&lt;br /&gt;cut, said melon consisting of the right of the lucky&lt;br /&gt;stockholders to subscribe at par to a new issue of Great&lt;br /&gt;Northern stock. These rights were valuable, since the market&lt;br /&gt;price was always way above par. But now the money market was&lt;br /&gt;such that the most powerful banking houses in the country were&lt;br /&gt;none too sure the stockholders would be able to pay cash for the&lt;br /&gt;bargain. And Great Northern preferred was selling at about 330!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got to the office I told Ed Harding, "The time&lt;br /&gt;to sell is right now. This is when I should have begun. Just&lt;br /&gt;look at that ad, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;He had seen it. I pointed out what the bankers' confession&lt;br /&gt;amounted to in my opinion, but he couldn't quite see the big&lt;br /&gt;break right on top of us. He thought it better to wait before&lt;br /&gt;putting out a very big short line by reason of the market's&lt;br /&gt;habit of having big rallies. If I waited prices might be lower,&lt;br /&gt;but the operation would be safer.&lt;br /&gt;"Ed," I said to him, "the longer the delay in starting the&lt;br /&gt;sharper the break will be when it does start. That ad is a&lt;br /&gt;signed confession on the part of the bankers. What they fear is&lt;br /&gt;what I hope. This is a sign for us to get aboard the bear wagon.&lt;br /&gt;It is all we needed. If I had ten million dollars I'd stake&lt;br /&gt;every cent of it this minute."&lt;br /&gt;I had to do some more talking and arguing. He wasn't&lt;br /&gt;content with the only inferences a sane man could draw from that&lt;br /&gt;amazing advertisement. It was enough for me, but not for most of&lt;br /&gt;the people in the office. I sold a little; too little.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later St. Paul very kindly came out with an&lt;br /&gt;announcement of an issue of its own; either stock or notes, I&lt;br /&gt;forget which. But that doesn't matter. What mattered then was&lt;br /&gt;that I noticed the moment I read it that the date of payment was&lt;br /&gt;set ahead of the Great Northern and Northern Pacific payments,&lt;br /&gt;which had been announced earlier. It was as plain as though they&lt;br /&gt;had used a megaphone that grand old St. Paul was trying to beat&lt;br /&gt;the two other railroads to what little money there was floating&lt;br /&gt;around in Wall Street. The St. Paul's bankers quite obviously&lt;br /&gt;feared that there wasn't enough for all three and they were not&lt;br /&gt;saying, "After you, my dear Alphonse!" If money already was that&lt;br /&gt;scarce and you bet the bankers knew-what would it be later? The&lt;br /&gt;railroads needed it desperately. It wasn't there. What was the&lt;br /&gt;answer?&lt;br /&gt;Sell 'em! Of course! The public, with their eyes fixed on&lt;br /&gt;the stock market, saw little that week. The wise stock operators&lt;br /&gt;saw much that year. That was the difference.&lt;br /&gt;For me, that was the end of doubt and hesitation. I made up&lt;br /&gt;my mind for keeps then and there. That same morning I began what&lt;br /&gt;really was my first campaign along the lines that I have since&lt;br /&gt;followed. I told Harding what I thought and how I stood, and he&lt;br /&gt;made no objections to my selling Great Northern preferred at&lt;br /&gt;around 330, and other stocks at high prices. I profited by my&lt;br /&gt;earlier and costly mistakes and sold more intelligently.&lt;br /&gt;My reputation and my credit were reestablished in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;That is the beauty of being right in a broker's office, whether&lt;br /&gt;by accident or not. But this time I was cold-bloodedly right,&lt;br /&gt;not because of a hunch or from skilful reading of the tape, but&lt;br /&gt;as the result of my analysis of conditions affecting the stock&lt;br /&gt;market in general. I wasn't guessing. I was anticipating the&lt;br /&gt;inevitable. It did not call for any courage to sell stocks. I&lt;br /&gt;simply could not see anything but lower prices, and I had to act&lt;br /&gt;on it, didn't I? What else could I do?&lt;br /&gt;The whole list was soft as mush. Presently there was a&lt;br /&gt;rally and people came to me to warn me that the end of the&lt;br /&gt;decline had been reached. The big fellows, knowing the short&lt;br /&gt;interest to be enormous, had decided to squeeze the stuffing out&lt;br /&gt;of the bears, and so forth. It would set us pessimists back a&lt;br /&gt;few millions. It was a cinch that the big fellows would have no&lt;br /&gt;mercy. I used to thank these kindly counselors. I wouldn't even&lt;br /&gt;argue, because then they would have thought that I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;grateful for the warnings.&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had been in Atlantic City with me was in&lt;br /&gt;agony. He could understand the hunch that was followed by the&lt;br /&gt;earthquake. He couldn't disbelieve in such agencies, since I had&lt;br /&gt;made a quarter of a million by intelligently obeying my blind&lt;br /&gt;impulse to sell Union Pacific. He even said it was Providence&lt;br /&gt;working in its mysterious way to make me sell stocks when he&lt;br /&gt;himself was bullish. And he could understand my second UP. trade&lt;br /&gt;in Saratoga because he could understand any deal that involved&lt;br /&gt;one stock, on which the tip definitely fixed the movement in&lt;br /&gt;advance, either up or down. But this thing of predicting that&lt;br /&gt;all stocks were bound to go down used to exasperate him. What&lt;br /&gt;good did that kind of dope do anybody? How in blazes could a&lt;br /&gt;gentleman tell what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I recalled old Partridge's favourite remark -- "Well, this&lt;br /&gt;is a bull market, you know" -- as though that were tip enough&lt;br /&gt;for anybody who was wise enough; as in truth it was. It was very&lt;br /&gt;curious how, after suffering tremendous losses from a break of&lt;br /&gt;fifteen or twenty points, people who were still hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;welcomed a three-point rally and were certain the bottom had&lt;br /&gt;been reached and complete recovery begun.&lt;br /&gt;One day my friend came to me and asked me, "Have you&lt;br /&gt;covered?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I?" I said&lt;br /&gt;"For the best reason in the world."&lt;br /&gt;"What reason is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"To make money. They've touched bottom and what goes down&lt;br /&gt;must come up. Isn't that so?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I answered. "First they sink to the bottom. Then&lt;br /&gt;they come up; but not right away. They've got to be good and&lt;br /&gt;dead a couple of days. It isn't time for these corpses to rise&lt;br /&gt;to the surface. They are not quite dead yet."&lt;br /&gt;An old-timer heard me. He was one of those chaps that are&lt;br /&gt;always reminded of something. He said that William R. Travers,&lt;br /&gt;who was bearish, once met a friend who was bullish. They&lt;br /&gt;exchanged market views and the friend said, "Mr. Travers, how&lt;br /&gt;can you be bearish with the market so stiff?" and Travers&lt;br /&gt;retorted, "Yes! Th-the s-s-stiffness of d-death!" It was Travers&lt;br /&gt;who went to the office of a company and asked to be allowed to&lt;br /&gt;see the booxs. The clerk asked him, "Have you an interest in&lt;br /&gt;this company?" and Travers answered, "I sh-should s-say I had!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sh-short t-t-twenty thousand sh-shares of the stock !"&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rallies grew feebler and feebler. I was pushing&lt;br /&gt;my luck for all I was worth. Every time I sold a few thousand&lt;br /&gt;shares of Great Northern preferred the price broke several&lt;br /&gt;points. I felt out weak spots elsewhere and let 'em have a few.&lt;br /&gt;All yielded, with one impressive exception; and that was&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;When everything else hit the toboggan slide Reading stood&lt;br /&gt;like the Rock of Gibraltar. Everybody said the stock was&lt;br /&gt;cornered. It certainly acted like it. They used to tell me it&lt;br /&gt;was plain suicide to sell Reading short. There were people in&lt;br /&gt;the office who were now as bearish on everything as I was. But&lt;br /&gt;when anybody hinted at selling Reading they shrieked for help. I&lt;br /&gt;myself had sold some short and was standing pat on it. At the&lt;br /&gt;same time I naturally preferred to&lt;br /&gt;seek and hit the soft spots instead of attacking the more&lt;br /&gt;strongly protected specialties. My tape reading found easier&lt;br /&gt;money for me in other stocks.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a great deal about the Reading bull pool. It was a&lt;br /&gt;mighty strong pool. To begin with they had a lot of low-priced&lt;br /&gt;stock, so that their average was actually below the prevailing&lt;br /&gt;level, according to friends who told me. Moreover, the principal&lt;br /&gt;members of the pool had close connections of the friendliest&lt;br /&gt;character with the banks whose money they were using to carry&lt;br /&gt;their huge holdings of Reading. As long as the price stayed up&lt;br /&gt;the bankers' friendship was staunch and steadfast. One pool&lt;br /&gt;member's paper profit was upward of three millions. That allowed&lt;br /&gt;for some decline without causing fatalities. No wonder the stock&lt;br /&gt;stood up and defied the bears. Every now and then the room&lt;br /&gt;traders looked at the price, smacked their lips and proceeded to&lt;br /&gt;test it with a thousand shares or two. They could not dislodge a&lt;br /&gt;share, so they covered and went looking elsewhere for easier&lt;br /&gt;money. Whenever I looked at it, I also sold a little more --&lt;br /&gt;just enough to convince myself that I was true to my new trading&lt;br /&gt;principles and wasn't playing favourites.&lt;br /&gt;In the old days the strength of Reading might have fooled&lt;br /&gt;me. The tape kept on saying, "Leave it alone!" But my reason&lt;br /&gt;told me differently. I was anticipating a general break, and&lt;br /&gt;there were not going to be any exceptions, pool or no pool.&lt;br /&gt;I have always played a lone hand. I began that way in the&lt;br /&gt;bucket shops and have kept it up. It is the way my mind works. I&lt;br /&gt;have to do my own seeing and my own thinking. But I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;after the market began to go my way I felt for the first time in&lt;br /&gt;my life that I had allies -- the strongest and truest in the&lt;br /&gt;world: underlying conditions. They were helping me with all&lt;br /&gt;their might. Perhaps they were a trifle slow at times in&lt;br /&gt;bringing up the reserves, but they were dependable, provided I&lt;br /&gt;did not get too impatient. I was not pitting my tape-reading&lt;br /&gt;knack or my hunches against chance. The inexorable logic of&lt;br /&gt;events was making money for me.&lt;br /&gt;The thing was to be right; to know it and to act&lt;br /&gt;accordingly. General conditions, my true allies, said "Down!"&lt;br /&gt;and Reading disregarded the command. It was an insult to us. It&lt;br /&gt;began to annoy me to see Reading holding firmly, as though&lt;br /&gt;everything were serene. It ought to be the best short sale in&lt;br /&gt;the entire list because it had not gone down and the pool was&lt;br /&gt;carrying a lot of stock that it would not be able to carry when&lt;br /&gt;the money stringency grew more pronounced. Some day the bankers'&lt;br /&gt;friends would fare no better than the friendless public. The&lt;br /&gt;stock must go with the others. If Reading didn't decline, then&lt;br /&gt;my theory was wrong; I was wrong; facts were wrong; logic was&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I figured that the price held because the Street was afraid&lt;br /&gt;to sell it. So one day I gave to two brokers each an order to&lt;br /&gt;sell four thousand shares, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;You ought to have seen that cornered stock, that it was sure&lt;br /&gt;suicide to go short of, take a headlong dive when those competitive&lt;br /&gt;orders struck it. I let 'em have a few thousand more.&lt;br /&gt;The price was 111 when I started selling it. Within a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes I took in my entire short line at 92.&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time after that, and in February of 1907 I&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up. Great Northern preferred had gone down sixty or&lt;br /&gt;seventy points, and other stocks in proportion. I had made a&lt;br /&gt;good bit, but the reason I cleaned up was that I figured that&lt;br /&gt;the decline had discounted the immediate future. I looked for a&lt;br /&gt;fair recovery, but I wasn't bullish enough to play for a turn. I&lt;br /&gt;wasn't going to lose my position entirely. The market would not&lt;br /&gt;be right for me to trade in for a while. The first ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;dollars I made in the bucket shops I lost because I traded in&lt;br /&gt;and out of season, every day, whether or not conditions were&lt;br /&gt;right. I wasn't making that mistake twice. Also, don't forget&lt;br /&gt;that I had gone broke a little while before because I had seen&lt;br /&gt;this break too soon and started selling before it was time. Now&lt;br /&gt;when I had a big profit I wanted to cash in so that I could feel&lt;br /&gt;I had been right. The rallies had broken me before. I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;going to let the next rally wipe me out. Instead of sitting&lt;br /&gt;tight I went to Florida. I love fishing and I needed a rest. I&lt;br /&gt;could get both down there. And besides, there are direct wires&lt;br /&gt;between Wall Street and Palm Beach.&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER IX&lt;br /&gt;CRUISED off the coast of Florida. The fishing was good. I was&lt;br /&gt;out of stocks. My mind was easy. I was having a fine time. One&lt;br /&gt;day off Palm Beach some friends came alongside in a motor boat.&lt;br /&gt;One of them brought a newspaper with him. I hadn't looked at one&lt;br /&gt;in some days and had not felt any desire to see one. I was not&lt;br /&gt;interested in any news it might print. But I glanced over the&lt;br /&gt;one my friend brought to the yacht, and I saw that the market&lt;br /&gt;had had a big rally; ten points and more.&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends that I would go ashore with them. Moderate&lt;br /&gt;rallies from time to time were reasonable. But the bear&lt;br /&gt;market was not over; and here was Wall Street or the fool public&lt;br /&gt;or desperate bull interests disregarding monetary conditions and&lt;br /&gt;marking up prices beyond reason or letting somebody else do it.&lt;br /&gt;It was too much for me. I simply had to take a look at the&lt;br /&gt;market. I didn't know what I might or might not do. But I knew&lt;br /&gt;that my pressing need was the sight of the quotation board.&lt;br /&gt;My brokers, Harding Brothers, had a branch office in Palm&lt;br /&gt;Beach. When I walked in I found there a lot of chaps I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were talking bullish. They were of the type that&lt;br /&gt;trade on the tape and want quick action. Such traders don't care&lt;br /&gt;to look ahead very far because they don't need to with their&lt;br /&gt;style of play. I told you how I'd got to be known in the New&lt;br /&gt;York office as the Boy Plunger. Of course people always magnify&lt;br /&gt;a fellow's winnings and the size of the line he swings. The&lt;br /&gt;fellows in the office had heard that I had made a killing in New&lt;br /&gt;York on the bear side and they now expected that I again would&lt;br /&gt;plunge on the short side. They themselves thought the rally&lt;br /&gt;would go to a good deal further, but they rather considered it&lt;br /&gt;my duty to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;I had come down to Florida on a fishing trip. I had been&lt;br /&gt;under a pretty severe strain and I needed my holiday. But the&lt;br /&gt;moment I saw how far the recovery in prices had gone I no longer&lt;br /&gt;felt the need of a vacation. I had not thought of just what I&lt;br /&gt;was going to do when I came ashore. But now I knew I must sell&lt;br /&gt;stocks. I was right, and I must prove it in my old and only way&lt;br /&gt;by saying it with money. To sell the general list would be a&lt;br /&gt;proper, prudent, profitable and even patriotic action.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I saw on the quotation board was that&lt;br /&gt;Anaconda was on the point of crossing 300. It had been going. up&lt;br /&gt;by leaps and bounds and there was apparently an aggressive bull&lt;br /&gt;party in it. It was an old trading theory of mine that when a&lt;br /&gt;stock crosses 100 or 200 or 300 for the first time the price&lt;br /&gt;does not stop at the even figure but goes a good deal higher, so&lt;br /&gt;that if you buy it as soon as it crosses the line it is almost&lt;br /&gt;certain to show you a profit. Timid people don't like to buy a&lt;br /&gt;stock at a new high record. But I had the history of such&lt;br /&gt;movements to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;Anaconda was only quarter stock -- that is, the par of the&lt;br /&gt;shares was only twenty-five dollars. It took four hundred shares&lt;br /&gt;of it to equal the usual one hundred shares of other stocks, the&lt;br /&gt;par value of which was one hundred dollars. I figured that when&lt;br /&gt;it crossed 300 it ought to keep on going and probably touch 340&lt;br /&gt;in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;I was bearish, remember, but I was also a tape-reading&lt;br /&gt;trader. I knew Anaconda, if it went the way I figured, would&lt;br /&gt;move very quickly. Whatever moves fast always appeals to me. I&lt;br /&gt;have learned patience and how to sit tight, but my personal&lt;br /&gt;preference is for fleet movements, and Anaconda certainly was no&lt;br /&gt;sluggard. My buying it because it crossed 300 was prompted by&lt;br /&gt;the desire, always strong in me, of confirming my observations.&lt;br /&gt;Just then the tape was saying that the buying was stronger&lt;br /&gt;than the selling, and therefore the general rally might easily&lt;br /&gt;go a bit further. It would be prudent to wait before going&lt;br /&gt;short. Still I might as well pay myself wages for waiting. This&lt;br /&gt;would be accomplished by taking a quick thirty points out of&lt;br /&gt;Anaconda. Bearish on the entire market and bullish on that one&lt;br /&gt;stock! So I bought thirty-two thousand shares of Anaconda --&lt;br /&gt;that is, eight thousand full shares. It was a nice little flyer&lt;br /&gt;but I was sure of my premises and I figured that the profit&lt;br /&gt;would help to swell the margin available for bear operations&lt;br /&gt;later on.&lt;br /&gt;On the next day the telegraph wires were down on account of&lt;br /&gt;a storm up North or something of the sort. I was in Harding's&lt;br /&gt;office waiting for news. The crowd was chewing the rag and&lt;br /&gt;wondering all sorts of things, as stock traders will when they&lt;br /&gt;can't trade. Then we got a quotation, the only one that day:&lt;br /&gt;Anaconda, 292.&lt;br /&gt;There was a chap with me, a broker I had met in New York.&lt;br /&gt;He knew I was long eight thousand full shares and I suspect that&lt;br /&gt;he had some of his own, for when we got that one quotation he&lt;br /&gt;certainly had a fit. He couldn't tell whether the stock at that&lt;br /&gt;very moment had gone off another ten points or not. The way&lt;br /&gt;Anaconda had gone up it wouldn't have been anything unusual for&lt;br /&gt;it to break twenty points. But I said to him, "Don't you worry,&lt;br /&gt;John. It will be all right tomorrow." That was really the way I&lt;br /&gt;felt. But he looked at me and shook his head. He knew better. He&lt;br /&gt;was that kind. So I laughed, and I waited in the office in case&lt;br /&gt;some quotation trickled through. But no, sir. That one was all&lt;br /&gt;we got: Anaconda, 292. It meant a paper loss to me of nearly one&lt;br /&gt;hundred thousand dollars. I had wanted quick action. Well, I was&lt;br /&gt;getting it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the wires were working and we got the&lt;br /&gt;quotations as usual. Anaconda opened at 298 and went up to&lt;br /&gt;3ozY4, but pretty soon it began to fade away. Also, the rest of&lt;br /&gt;the market was not acting just right for a further rally. I made&lt;br /&gt;up my mind that if Anaconda went back to 301 I must consider the&lt;br /&gt;whole thing a fake movement. On a legitimate advance the price&lt;br /&gt;should have gone to 310 without stopping. If instead it reacted&lt;br /&gt;it meant that precedents had failed me and I was wrong; and the&lt;br /&gt;only thing to do when a man is wrong is to be right by ceasing&lt;br /&gt;to be wrong. I had bought eight thousand full shares in&lt;br /&gt;expectation of a thirty or forty point rise. It would not be my&lt;br /&gt;first mistake; nor my last.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Anaconda fell back to 301. The moment it&lt;br /&gt;touched that figure I sneaked over to the telegraph operator -&lt;br /&gt;they had a direct wire to the New York office and I said to him,&lt;br /&gt;"Sell all my Anaconda, eight thousand full shares." I said it in&lt;br /&gt;a low voice. I didn't want anybody else to know what I was&lt;br /&gt;doing.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me almost in horror. But I nodded and said,&lt;br /&gt;"All I've got!"&lt;br /&gt;"Surely, Mr. Livermore, you don't meant at the market?" and&lt;br /&gt;he looked as if he was going to lose a couple of millions of his&lt;br /&gt;own through bum execution by a careless broker. But I just told&lt;br /&gt;him, "Sell it! Don't argue about it!"&lt;br /&gt;The two Black boys, Jim and Ollie, were in the office, out&lt;br /&gt;of hearing of the operator and myself. They were big traders who&lt;br /&gt;had come originally from Chicago, where they had been famous&lt;br /&gt;plungers in wheat, and were now heavy traders on the New York&lt;br /&gt;Stock Exchange. They were very wealthy and were high rollers for&lt;br /&gt;fair.&lt;br /&gt;As I left the telegraph operator to go back to my seat in&lt;br /&gt;front of the quotation board Oliver Black nodded to me and&lt;br /&gt;smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be sorry, Larry," he said.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and asked him, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow you'll be buying it back."&lt;br /&gt;"Buying what back?" I said. I hadn't told a soul except the&lt;br /&gt;telegraph operator.&lt;br /&gt;"Anaconda," he said. "You'll be paying 320 for it. That&lt;br /&gt;wasn't a good move of yours, Larry." And he smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;"What wasn't?" And I looked innocent.&lt;br /&gt;"Selling your eight thousand Anaconda at the market; in&lt;br /&gt;fact, insisting on it," said Ollie Black.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that he was supposed to be very clever and always&lt;br /&gt;traded on inside news. But how he knew my business so accurately&lt;br /&gt;was beyond me. I was sure the office hadn't given me away.&lt;br /&gt;"Ollie, how did you know that?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and told me: "I got it from Charlie Kratzer."&lt;br /&gt;That was the telegraph operator.&lt;br /&gt;"But he never budged from his place," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't hear you and him whispering," he chuckled. "But&lt;br /&gt;I heard every word of the message he sent to the New York office&lt;br /&gt;for you. I learned telegraphy years ago after I had a big row&lt;br /&gt;over a mistake in a message. Since then when I do what you did&lt;br /&gt;just now -- give an order by word of mouth to an operator -- I&lt;br /&gt;want to be sure the operator sends the message as I give it to&lt;br /&gt;him. I know what he sends in my name. But you will be sorry you&lt;br /&gt;sold that Anaconda. It's going to 500."&lt;br /&gt;"Not this trip, Ollie," I said.&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me and said, "You're pretty cocky about it."&lt;br /&gt;"Not I ; the tape," I said. There wasn't any ticker there&lt;br /&gt;so there wasn't any tape. But he knew what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard of those birds," he said, "who look at the tape&lt;br /&gt;and instead of seeing prices they see a railroad timetable of&lt;br /&gt;the arrival and departure of stocks. But they were in padded&lt;br /&gt;cells where they couldn't hurt themselves."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer him anything because about that time the&lt;br /&gt;boy brought me a memorandum. They had sold five thousand shares&lt;br /&gt;at 299Y4. I knew our quotations were a little behind the market.&lt;br /&gt;The price on the board at Palm Beach when I gave the operator&lt;br /&gt;the order to sell was 30 1 - I felt so certain that at that very&lt;br /&gt;moment the price at which the stock was actually selling on the&lt;br /&gt;Stock Exchange in New York was less, that if anybody had offered&lt;br /&gt;to take the stock off my hands at 296 I'd have been tickled to&lt;br /&gt;death to accept. What happened shows you that I am right in&lt;br /&gt;never trading at limits. Suppose I had limited my selling price&lt;br /&gt;to 300? I'd never have got it off. No, sir! When you want to get&lt;br /&gt;out, get out.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my stock cost me about 300. They got off five hundred&lt;br /&gt;shares -- full shares, of course, at 299-3/4. The next thousand&lt;br /&gt;they sold at 299-5/8. Then a hundred at 1/2; two hundred at 3/8&lt;br /&gt;and two hundred at 1/4. The last of my stock went at 298-3/4. It&lt;br /&gt;took Harding's cleverest floor man fifteen minutes to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;that last one hundred shares. They didn't want to crack it wide&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got the report of the sale of the last of my&lt;br /&gt;long stock I started to do what I had really come ashore to do -&lt;br /&gt;that is, to sell stocks. I simply had to. There was the market&lt;br /&gt;after its outrageous rally, begging to be sold. Why, people were&lt;br /&gt;beginning to talk bullish again. The course of the market,&lt;br /&gt;however, told me that the rally had run its course. It was safe&lt;br /&gt;to sell them. It did not require reflection.&lt;br /&gt;The next day Anaconda opened below 296. Oliver Black, who&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for a further rally, had come down early to be&lt;br /&gt;Johnny-on-the-spot when the stock crossed 320. I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;much of it he was long of or whether he was long of it at all.&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't laugh when he saw the opening prices, nor later in&lt;br /&gt;the day when the stock broke still more and the report came back&lt;br /&gt;to us in Palm Beach that there was no market for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was all the confirmation any man needed. My&lt;br /&gt;growing paper profit kept reminding me that I was right, hour by&lt;br /&gt;hour. Naturally I sold some more stocks. Everything! It was a&lt;br /&gt;bear market. They were all going down. The next day was Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Washington's Birthday. I couldn't stay in Florida and fish&lt;br /&gt;because I had put out a very fair short line, for me. I was&lt;br /&gt;needed in New York. Who needed me? I did! Palm Beach was too&lt;br /&gt;far, too remote. Too much valuable time was lost telegraphing&lt;br /&gt;back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;I left Palm Beach for New York. On Monday I had to lie in&lt;br /&gt;St. Augustine three hours, waiting for a train. There was a&lt;br /&gt;broker's office there, and naturally I had to see how the market&lt;br /&gt;was acting while I was waiting. Anaconda had broken several&lt;br /&gt;points since the last trading day. As a matter of fact, it&lt;br /&gt;didn't stop going down until the big break that fall.&lt;br /&gt;I got to New York and traded on the bear side for about&lt;br /&gt;four months. The market had frequent rallies as before, and I&lt;br /&gt;kept covering and putting them out again. I didn't, strictly&lt;br /&gt;speaking, sit tight. Remember, I had lost every cent of the&lt;br /&gt;three hundred thousand dollars I made out of the San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;earthquake break. I had been right, and nevertheless had gone&lt;br /&gt;broke. I was now playing safe, because after being down a man&lt;br /&gt;enjoys being up, even if he doesn't quite make the top. The way&lt;br /&gt;to make money is to make it. The way to make big money is to be&lt;br /&gt;right at exactly the right time. In this business a man has to&lt;br /&gt;think of both theory and practice. A speculator must not be&lt;br /&gt;merely a student, he must be both a student and a speculator.&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty well, even if I can now see where my campaign&lt;br /&gt;was tactically inadequate. When summer came the market got dull.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cinch that there would be nothing doing in a big way&lt;br /&gt;until well along in the fall. Everybody I knew had gone or was&lt;br /&gt;going to Europe. I though that would be a good move for me. So I&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up. When I sailed for Europe I was a trifle more than&lt;br /&gt;three-quarters of a million to the good. To me that looked like&lt;br /&gt;some balance.&lt;br /&gt;I was in Aix-les-Bains enjoying myself. I had earned my&lt;br /&gt;vacation. It was good to be in a place like that with plenty of&lt;br /&gt;money and friends and acquaintances and everybody intent upon&lt;br /&gt;having a good time. Not much trouble about having that, in Aix.&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street was so far away that I never thought about it, and&lt;br /&gt;that is more than I could say of any resort in the United&lt;br /&gt;States. I didn't have to listen to talk about the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need to trade. I had enough to last me quite a long&lt;br /&gt;time, and besides, when I got back I knew what to do to make&lt;br /&gt;much more than I could spend in Europe that summer.&lt;br /&gt;One day I saw in the Paris Herald a dispatch from New York&lt;br /&gt;that Smelters had declared an extra dividend. They had run up&lt;br /&gt;the price of the stock and the entire market had come back quite&lt;br /&gt;strong. Of course that changed everything for me in Aix. The&lt;br /&gt;news simply meant that the bull cliques were still fighting&lt;br /&gt;desperately against conditions -- against common sense and&lt;br /&gt;against common honesty, for they knew what was coming and were&lt;br /&gt;resorting to such schemes to put up the market in order to&lt;br /&gt;unload stocks before the storm struck them. It is possible they&lt;br /&gt;really did not believe the danger was as serious or as close at&lt;br /&gt;hand as I thought. The big men of the Street are as prone to be&lt;br /&gt;wishful thinkers as the politicians or the plain suckers. I&lt;br /&gt;myself can't work that way. In a speculator such an attitude is&lt;br /&gt;fatal. Perhaps a manufacturer of securities or a promoter of new&lt;br /&gt;enterprises can afford to indulge in hope-jags.&lt;br /&gt;At all events, I knew that all bull manipulation was '&lt;br /&gt;foredoomed to failure in that bear market. The instant I read&lt;br /&gt;the dispatch I knew there was only one thing to do to be comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;and that was to sell Smelters short. Why, the insiders&lt;br /&gt;as much as begged me on their knees to do it, when they&lt;br /&gt;increased the dividend rate on the verge of a money panic. It&lt;br /&gt;was as infuriating as the old "dares" of your boyhood. They&lt;br /&gt;dared me to sell that particular stock short.&lt;br /&gt;I cabled some selling orders in Smelters and advised my&lt;br /&gt;friends in New York to go short of it. When I got my report from&lt;br /&gt;the brokers I saw the price they got was six points below the&lt;br /&gt;quotations I had seen in the Paris Herald. It shows you what the&lt;br /&gt;situation was.&lt;br /&gt;My plans had been to return to Paris at the end of the&lt;br /&gt;month and about three weeks later sail for New York, but as soon&lt;br /&gt;as I received the cabled reports from my brokers I went back to&lt;br /&gt;Paris. The same day I arrived I called at the steamship offices&lt;br /&gt;and found there was a fast boat leaving for New York the next&lt;br /&gt;day. I took it.&lt;br /&gt;There I was, back in New York, almost a month ahead of my&lt;br /&gt;original plans, because it was the most comfortable place to be&lt;br /&gt;short of the market in. I had well over half a million in cash&lt;br /&gt;available for margins. My return was not due to my being bearish&lt;br /&gt;but to my being logical.&lt;br /&gt;I sold more stocks. As money got tighter call-money rates&lt;br /&gt;went higher and prices of stocks lower. I had foreseen it. At&lt;br /&gt;first, my foresight broke me. But now I was right and&lt;br /&gt;prospering. However, the real joy was in the consciousness that&lt;br /&gt;as a trader I was at last on the right track. I still had much&lt;br /&gt;to learn but I knew what to do. No more floundering, no more&lt;br /&gt;half-right methods. Tape reading was an important part of the&lt;br /&gt;game; so was beginning at the right time; so was sticking to&lt;br /&gt;your position. But my greatest discovery was that a man must&lt;br /&gt;study general conditions, to size them so as to be able to&lt;br /&gt;anticipate probabilities. In short, I had learned that I had to&lt;br /&gt;work for my money. I was no longer betting blindly or concerned&lt;br /&gt;with mastering the technic of the game, but with earning my&lt;br /&gt;successes by hard study and clear thinking. I also had found out&lt;br /&gt;that nobody was immune from the danger of making sucker plays.&lt;br /&gt;And for a sucker play a man gets sucker pay; for the paymaster&lt;br /&gt;is on the job and never loses the pay envelope that is coming to&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;Our office made a great deal of money. My own operations&lt;br /&gt;were so successful that they began to be talked about and, of&lt;br /&gt;course, were greatly exaggerated. i was credited with starting&lt;br /&gt;the breaks in various stocks. People I didn't know by name used&lt;br /&gt;to come and congratulate me. They all thought the most wonderful&lt;br /&gt;thing was the money I had made. They did not say a word about&lt;br /&gt;the time when I first talked bearish to them and they thought I&lt;br /&gt;was a crazy bear with a stock-market loser's vindictive grouch.&lt;br /&gt;That I had foreseen the money troubles was nothing. That my&lt;br /&gt;brokers' bookkeeper had used a third of a drop of ink on the&lt;br /&gt;credit side of the ledger under my name was a marvellous&lt;br /&gt;achievement to them.&lt;br /&gt;Friends used to tell me that in various offices the Boy Plunger&lt;br /&gt;in Harding Brothers' office was quoted as making all sorts of&lt;br /&gt;threats against the bull cliques that had tried to mark up&lt;br /&gt;prices of various stocks long after it was plain that the market&lt;br /&gt;was bound to seek a much lower level. To this day they talk of&lt;br /&gt;my raids.&lt;br /&gt;From the latter part of September on, the money market was&lt;br /&gt;megaphoning warnings to the entire world. But a belief in&lt;br /&gt;miracles kept people from selling what remained of their&lt;br /&gt;speculative holdings. Why, a broker told me a story the first&lt;br /&gt;week of October that made me feel almost ashamed of my.&lt;br /&gt;moderation.&lt;br /&gt;You remember that money loans used to be made on the floor&lt;br /&gt;of the Exchange around the Money Post. Those brokers who had&lt;br /&gt;received notice from their banks to pay call loans knew in a&lt;br /&gt;general way how much money they would have to borrow afresh. And&lt;br /&gt;of course the banks knew their position so far as loanable funds&lt;br /&gt;were concerned, and those which had money to loan would send it&lt;br /&gt;to the Exchange. This bank money was handled by a few brokers&lt;br /&gt;whose principal business was time loans. At about noon the&lt;br /&gt;renewal rate for the day was posted. Usually this represented a&lt;br /&gt;fair average of the loans made up to that time. Business was as&lt;br /&gt;a rule transacted openly by bids and offers, so that everyone&lt;br /&gt;knew what was going on. Between noon and about two o'clock there&lt;br /&gt;was ordinarily not much business done in money, but after&lt;br /&gt;delivery time -- namely, 2:15 P.M. -- brokers would know exactly&lt;br /&gt;what their cash position for the day would be, and they were&lt;br /&gt;able either to go to the Money Post and lend the balances that&lt;br /&gt;they had over or to borrow what they required. This business&lt;br /&gt;also was done openly.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometime early in October the broker I was telling&lt;br /&gt;you about came to me and told me that brokers were getting so&lt;br /&gt;they didn't go to the Money Post when they had money to loan.&lt;br /&gt;The reason was that members of a couple of well-known commission&lt;br /&gt;houses were on watch there, ready to snap up any offerings of&lt;br /&gt;money. Of course no lender who offered money publicly could&lt;br /&gt;refuse to lend to these firms. They were solvent and the&lt;br /&gt;collateral was good enough. But the trouble was that once these&lt;br /&gt;firms borrowed money on call there was no prospect of the lender&lt;br /&gt;getting that money back. They simply said they couldn't pay it&lt;br /&gt;back and the lender would willy-nilly have to renew the loan. So&lt;br /&gt;any Stock Exchange house that had money to loan to its fellows&lt;br /&gt;used to send its men about the floor instead of to the Post, and&lt;br /&gt;they would whisper to good friends, "Want a hundred?" meaning,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you wish to borrow a hundred thousand dollars?" The money&lt;br /&gt;brokers who acted for the banks presently adopted the same plan,&lt;br /&gt;and it was a dismal sight to watch the Money Post. Think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Why, he also told me that it was a matter of Stock Exchange&lt;br /&gt;etiquette in those October days for the borrower to make his own&lt;br /&gt;rate of interest. You see, it fluctuated between ioo and 150 per&lt;br /&gt;cent per annum. I suppose by letting the borrower fix the rate&lt;br /&gt;the lender in some strange way didn't feel so much like a&lt;br /&gt;usurer. But you bet he got as much as the rest. The lender&lt;br /&gt;naturally did not dream of not paying a high rate. He played&lt;br /&gt;fair and paid whatever the others did. What he needed was the&lt;br /&gt;money and was glad to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Things got worse and worse. Finally there came the awful&lt;br /&gt;day of reckoning for the bulls and the optimists and the wishful&lt;br /&gt;thinkers and those vast hordes that, dreading the pain of a&lt;br /&gt;small loss at the beginning, were now about to suffer total&lt;br /&gt;amputation -- without anaesthetics. A day I shall never forget,&lt;br /&gt;October 24, 1907.&lt;br /&gt;Reports from the money crowd early indicated that borrowers&lt;br /&gt;would have to pay whatever the lenders saw fit to ask. There&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be enough to go around. That day the money crowd was&lt;br /&gt;much larger than usual. When delivery time came that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;there must have been a hundred brokers around the Money Post,&lt;br /&gt;each hoping to borrow the money that his firm urgently needed.&lt;br /&gt;Without money they must sell what stocks they were carrying on&lt;br /&gt;margin-sell at any price they could get in a market where buyers&lt;br /&gt;were as scarce as moneyand just then there was not a dollar in&lt;br /&gt;sight.&lt;br /&gt;My friend's partner was as bearish as I was. The firm&lt;br /&gt;therefore did not have to borrow, but my friend, the broker I&lt;br /&gt;told you about, fresh from seeing the haggard faces around the&lt;br /&gt;Money Post, came to me. He knew I was heavily short of the&lt;br /&gt;entire market.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "My God, Larry! I don't know what's going to happen. I&lt;br /&gt;never saw anything like it. It can't go on. Something has got to&lt;br /&gt;give. It looks to me as if everybody is busted right now. You&lt;br /&gt;can't sell stocks, and there is absolutely no money in there."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you mean?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;But what he answered was, "Did you ever hear of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;experiment of the mouse in a glass-bell when they begin to&lt;br /&gt;pump the air out of the bell? You can see the poor mouse breathe&lt;br /&gt;faster and faster, its sides heaving like overworked bellows,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get enough oxygen out of the decreasing supply in the&lt;br /&gt;bell. You watch it suffocate till its eyes almost pop out of&lt;br /&gt;their sockets, gasping, dying. Well, that is what I think of&lt;br /&gt;when I see the crowd at the Money Post! No money anywhere, and&lt;br /&gt;you can't liquidate stocks because there is nobody to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;The whole Street is broke at this very moment, i f you ask me!"&lt;br /&gt;It made me think. I had seen a smash coming, but not, I&lt;br /&gt;admit, the worst panic in our history. It might not be profitable&lt;br /&gt;to anybody if it went much further.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it became plain that there was no use in waiting at the&lt;br /&gt;Post for money. There wasn't going to be any. Then hell broke&lt;br /&gt;loose.&lt;br /&gt;The president of the Stock Exchange, Mr. R. H. Thomas, so I&lt;br /&gt;heard later in the day, knowing that every house in the Street&lt;br /&gt;was headed for disaster, went out in search of succour. He&lt;br /&gt;called on James Stillman, president of the National City Bank,&lt;br /&gt;the richest bank in the United States. Its boast was that it&lt;br /&gt;never loaned money at a higher rate than 6 per cent.&lt;br /&gt;Stillman heard what the president of the New York Stock&lt;br /&gt;Exchange had to say. Then he said, "Mr. Thomas, we'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;and see Mr. Morgan about this."&lt;br /&gt;The two men, hoping to stave off the most disastrous panic&lt;br /&gt;in our financial history, went together to the office of J. P.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan &amp;amp; Co. and saw Mr. Morgan. Mr. Thomas laid the case before&lt;br /&gt;him. The moment he got through speaking Mr. Morgan said, "Go&lt;br /&gt;back to the Exchange and tell them that there will be money for&lt;br /&gt;them."&lt;br /&gt;"Where?"&lt;br /&gt;"At the banks!"&lt;br /&gt;So strong was the faith of all men in Mr. Morgan in those&lt;br /&gt;critical times that Thomas didn't wait for further details but&lt;br /&gt;rushed back to the floor of the Exchange to announce the&lt;br /&gt;reprieve to his death-sentenced fellow members.&lt;br /&gt;Then, before half past two in the afternoon, J. P. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;sent John T. Atterbury, of Van Emburgh &amp;amp; Atterbury, who was&lt;br /&gt;known to have close relations with J. P. Morgan &amp;amp; Co., into the&lt;br /&gt;money crowd. My friend said that the old broker walked quickly&lt;br /&gt;to the Money Post. He raised his hand like an exhorter at a&lt;br /&gt;revival meeting. The crowd, that at first had been calmed down&lt;br /&gt;somewhat by President Thomas' announcement, was beginning to&lt;br /&gt;fear that the relief plans had miscarried and the worst was&lt;br /&gt;still to come. But when they looked at Mr. Atterbury's face and&lt;br /&gt;saw him raise his hand they promptly petrified themselves.&lt;br /&gt;In the dead silence that followed, Mr. Atterbury said, "I&lt;br /&gt;am authorized to lend ten million dollars. Take it easy ! There&lt;br /&gt;will be enough for everybody!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he began. Instead of giving to each borrower the name&lt;br /&gt;of the lender he simply jotted down the name of the borrower and&lt;br /&gt;the amount of the loan and told the borrower, "You will be told&lt;br /&gt;where your money is." He meant the name of the bank from which&lt;br /&gt;the borrower would get the money later.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a day or two later that Mr. Morgan simply sent word&lt;br /&gt;to the frightened bankers of New York that they must provide the&lt;br /&gt;money the Stock Exchange needed.&lt;br /&gt;"But we haven't got any. We're loaned up to the hilt," the&lt;br /&gt;banks protested.&lt;br /&gt;"You've got your reserves," snapped J. P.&lt;br /&gt;"But we're already below the legal limit," they howled&lt;br /&gt;"Use them! That's what reserves are for!" And the banks&lt;br /&gt;obeyed and invaded the reserves to the extent of about twenty&lt;br /&gt;million dollars. It saved the stock market. The bank panic&lt;br /&gt;didn't come until the following week. He was a man, J. P. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;was. They don't come much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;That was the day I remember most vividly of all the days of&lt;br /&gt;my life as a stock operator. It was the day when my winnings&lt;br /&gt;exceeded one million dollars. It marked the successful ending of&lt;br /&gt;my first deliberately planned trading campaign. What I had&lt;br /&gt;foreseen had come to pass. But more than all these things was&lt;br /&gt;this: a wild dream of mine had been realised. I had been king&lt;br /&gt;for a day!&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain, of course. After I had been in New York a&lt;br /&gt;couple of years I used to cudgel my brains trying to determine&lt;br /&gt;the exact reason why I couldn't beat in a Stock Exchange house&lt;br /&gt;in New York the game that I had beaten as a kid of fifteen in a&lt;br /&gt;bucket shop in Boston. I knew that some day I would find out&lt;br /&gt;what was wrong and I would stop being wrong. I would then have&lt;br /&gt;not alone the will to be right but the knowledge to insure my&lt;br /&gt;being right. And that would mean power.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not misunderstand me. It was not a deliberate&lt;br /&gt;dream of grandeur or a futile desire born of overweening vanity.&lt;br /&gt;It was rather a sort of feeling that the same old stock market&lt;br /&gt;that so baffled me in Fullerton's office and in Harding's would&lt;br /&gt;one day eat out of my hand. I just felt that such a day would&lt;br /&gt;come. And it did October 24, 1907.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I say it is this: That morning a broker who&lt;br /&gt;had done a lot of business for my brokers and knew that I had&lt;br /&gt;been plunging on the bear side rode down in the company of one&lt;br /&gt;of the partners of the foremost banking house in the Street. My&lt;br /&gt;friend told the banker how heavily I had been trading, for I&lt;br /&gt;certainly pushed my luck to the limit. What is the use of being&lt;br /&gt;right unless you get all the good possible i out of it?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the broker exaggerated to make his story sound&lt;br /&gt;important. Perhaps I had more of a following than I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the banker knew far better than I how critical the&lt;br /&gt;situation was. At all events, my friend said to me: "He listened&lt;br /&gt;with great interest to what I told him you said the market was&lt;br /&gt;going to do when the real selling began, after another push or&lt;br /&gt;two. When I got through he said he might have something for me&lt;br /&gt;to do later in the day."&lt;br /&gt;When the commission houses found out there was not a cent to be&lt;br /&gt;had at any price I knew the time had come. I sent brokers into&lt;br /&gt;the various crowds. Why, at one time there wasn't a single bid&lt;br /&gt;for Union Pacific. Not at any price! Think of it! And in other&lt;br /&gt;stocks the same thing. No money to hold stocks and nobody to buy&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;I had enormous paper profits and the certainty that all&lt;br /&gt;that I had to do to smash prices still more was to send in&lt;br /&gt;orders to sell ten thousand shares each of Union Pacific and of&lt;br /&gt;a half dozen other good dividend-paying stocks and what would&lt;br /&gt;follow would be simply hell. It seemed to me that the panic that&lt;br /&gt;would be precipitated would be of such an intensity and character&lt;br /&gt;that the board of governors would deem it advisable to&lt;br /&gt;close the Exchange, as was done in August, 1914, when the World&lt;br /&gt;War broke out.&lt;br /&gt;It would mean greatly increased profits on paper. It also&lt;br /&gt;mean an inability to convert those profits into actual cash. But&lt;br /&gt;there were other things to consider, and one was that a further&lt;br /&gt;break would retard the recovery that I was beginning to figure&lt;br /&gt;on, the compensating improvement after all that bloodletting.&lt;br /&gt;Such a panic would do much harm to the country generally.&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind that since it was unwise and unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;to continue actively bearish it was illogical for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;short. So I turned and began to buy.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long after my brokers began to buy in for meand,&lt;br /&gt;by the way, I got bottom prices that the banker sent for my&lt;br /&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;"I have sent for you," he said, "because I want you to go&lt;br /&gt;instantly to your friend Livermore and say to him that we hope&lt;br /&gt;he will not sell any more stocks today. The market can't stand&lt;br /&gt;much more pressure. As it is, it will be an immensely difficult&lt;br /&gt;task to avert a devastating panic. Appeal to your friend's&lt;br /&gt;patriotism. This is a case where a man has to work for the&lt;br /&gt;benefit of all. Let me know at once what he says."&lt;br /&gt;My friend came right over and told me. He was very tactful.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he thought that having planned to smash the market I&lt;br /&gt;would consider his request as equivalent to throwing away the&lt;br /&gt;chance to make about ten million dollars. He knew I was sore on&lt;br /&gt;some of the big guns for the way they had acted trying to land&lt;br /&gt;the public with a lot of stock when they knew as well as I did&lt;br /&gt;what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, the big men were big sufferers and&lt;br /&gt;lots of the stocks I bought at the very bottom were in famous&lt;br /&gt;financial names. I didn't know it at the time, but it did not&lt;br /&gt;matter. I had practically covered all my shorts and it seemed to&lt;br /&gt;me there was a chance to buy stocks cheap and help the needed&lt;br /&gt;recovery in prices at the same time if nobody hammered the&lt;br /&gt;market.&lt;br /&gt;So I told my friend, "Go back and tell Mr. Blank that I&lt;br /&gt;agree with them and that I fully realised the gravity of the&lt;br /
