Was taken aback by gigantic screen's showing CNBC TV 18.... Series of Computers with dealers punching ...plush office... beautiful girls who also seemed intelligent... all nicely dressed people.... they looked so happy & rich? I had doubts... do I belong here...forget winning can I survive here... After all it is India's Biggest Broker.....
We work hard, we spend sleepless nights, we make it to the best schools, we struggle to survive, we fight to compete to get the highest paying job, we strive to outperform peers, and end up being victims of our Business Cards & Designation’s inscribed on it.
Designation becomes our destination & we are in this blind Rat race running on treadmill weaved by the numbers, targets or KPI’s designed to extract best out of us. I see this in my Office, yeah a top notch Sock Broking firm, the people who really seem to be happy are the traders in the dealing room, the analyst seem to be under extensive pressure to generate those research report with highest ‘hit-rate’ so we can claim that our research is the best in the market & we have the arsenal to tame the vilely old beast called Stock Market. But the Analyst are a breed one of its kind passed out of Ivy leagues, never tasted failure or pain, they will always be in the most aspired & envied job in Investment Industry. But the grass always seems to be a tinge greener on the other side of glass cubicle, what we don’t see are the thorns on that chair of an Analyst.
So let me talk something interesting, let me talk about my team oh-yes we are the rain makers!...We are the self proclaimed sexy bitches, of the company, oozing with confidence, oh yeah we are the sales guys, we seal the deals, we bring business on the table, the most important leg (again self proclaimed) of the broking tripod, but behind the ooze there is lot of midnight booze just to get some sleep & few hours of target-less life.
So let me talk something interesting, let me talk about my team oh-yes we are the rain makers!...We are the self proclaimed sexy bitches, of the company, oozing with confidence, oh yeah we are the sales guys, we seal the deals, we bring business on the table, the most important leg (again self proclaimed) of the broking tripod, but behind the ooze there is lot of midnight booze just to get some sleep & few hours of target-less life.
And if you think traders are a jolly bunch, then I need you to dig deep, as there is more to it than what meets the eye, beneath the laughter & joy there exists a deep sorrow of small child who sat on the trading desk & never grew, always one regret I wish to learn more, know more , grow more.
How can we forget the back office guys, there name has nothing to ride home about, nothing appealing, no lime light, there life gets stuck up in not so cheesy words like T+2, delivery, settlement, compliance.
So we conclude the clients who make money rest in eternal bliss, wait a minute when you are deep out of the money or when your netwoth has reduced to half & in middle of operation in Operation theater if your dealer calls & ask “Saheb tamaru MTM loss vadhi gayu chee aane position continue karva maatein tamne bay lakh bharva padsse”( Meaning: Sir your MTM losses have escalated, your a/c is showing a debit bal of Rs 2 lac, you need to pay so as to continue with your existing positions.)
How can a doctor possibly operate under this severe traumatic condition?
So who is a happy bunny in all this process, without a speckle of doubt it’s the Brokers...
“You Win Big… You Lose Big…. I only Win!”
It’s a great irony of life that everybody wants’ to go to heaven but none ready to die for it.
Still we work hard in a belief “We are just a trade away from being a millionaire & bankruptcy, there exists a grey space somewhere in between that’s where we reside.”
Disclaimer:-
I have no intention to malign any profession,employer, or any entity living or dead, the article should be taken in the right spirit. The events in this piece are part fictional.
