The other day

It was really early--3 AM in the shivering fu*king cold morning, i was watching CNBC and was cloying the 'Sweetness' of the u.s dollar in its intermittent phase of declivity. My eyes whimsically descried an Indian 'Chic,' in an exotic happiness, appearing as a connoisseur on the news room. I forgot her exact name--probably 'Sheetal' (pronounced as 'Sh*t-all'). She was briefing from Singapore and was quite cogently forewarning everyone that our fair-haired '$Dollar$ was about to yield to the 'Pussy Canadian Dollar' and 'Gay Japanese Yen.' I was nascent in 'Forex' trading but was trenchant to excogitate the market turbulence. So, i decided arbitrarily to play around with the ebullience of the market volatility through the power of 'Macro' and, at the same time, defend the eternal $Bling$ of my dollar currency portfolio. Ok, here we go--i've sanguinely clicked the button on my laptop and executed a trade worth of 1.5 million Yen. Now, i have to circumspectly find the exit strategy before the u.s economy subverts in to a recession. The crescendo of tension rises--i might lose, in just a matter of few hours, more than $100k for my cupidity. However, my trust on the dollar's strength remain impulsive. So, i held my breath and relaxed in a perceptive speculation--there ain't going to be a recession in the history of u.s economy any time soon.
Around 3:30 AM, i heard the Japanese-British accent of a 'Hot Asian Chic' from the Breaking-News room in Hong Kong. She ostentatiously uttered, "The biggest investment bank in Japan has been convoluted by the u.s subprime credit crunch." So, it became salient to me that Yen would recursively follow the insurrection of Dollar and, the anomaly would be unequivocally ephemeral. Hell with the technical analysis; finally, it was time to relish my sweet early morning sleep in a hope to wake up with a windfall of $20k at or around 9 AM.

Very close call--$19.6 G; well, that was quite opulent to break couple bottles of early 1900's single malts. Nevertheless, i could only set my eyes upon the accumulated stack; haplessly, this hardcore trading was just a f**king simulation.

See you in Wall Street

I know, this would be indubitably the toughest gamble--either in a delusion of billion dollars or in reality--to become a professional trader in the contrary of others' dogma and undeniable heterodox. I've pondered precipitously if my eclectic ability to root out the market psychology would exalt me ahead of the starving 'Marvins' from the ivy league schools, hungry for Wall Street jobs. I'm not an iconoclast but can tenaciously pursue an assigned task in its behemoth. My effrontery resolutes vehemently when 'the Sheer Suckers' fear to deal or deal to lose. So, i get my head in the game with 'All-in.'
First, i have been contemplating to seize an internship at Lehman or Bear Sterns to learn the paradox of the trading world. However, as far as i know, it is ostensibly a precarious destination. All the top tier MBAs flock there in a fierce competition. The few that survive, become the 'Marines' on the ground. So, the chance of landing my foot-step in there, with an undergraduate degree, might remain as a beguile mystery. However, it neither makes me insipid nor obviates my path to the 'Big Game.' My intrepid interest to leverage the risk and manipulate intractable trading methods keep me more in touch with the entire industry. I've recently started trading in simulations; regardless, my scrupulous trading strategies are generating 'Big $Gs' in this market volatility. Hope, this would add an extra credential to my public college MBA degree which is yet to be earned. So, i feel exuberant in a hope to join at least a fourth-tier investment bank. Nevertheless, lately, even the retail banks have the audacity to ask applicants from HBS or YSOM; let alone bulge bracket investment banks or the small boutiques. So, being a total zealot for trading would hardly amplify my credibility unless my degree is in conformity with the coterie of ivy leaguers.
In the end of the day, there is only the resentment to impugn this bias with imprecations. So, I invite, to the 'Insider's Ax,' those, who have the knack but can't afford to buy one of those prodigal 'mutha fu*ka $100k MBA' packages. Let's exploit this industry's 'MS Excel bullsh*its' or their so called daredevil Fibonacci numbers. All the 'Chris Gardners' out there, watch 'The Pursuit of Happiness' and keep up the dream; nonetheless, don't be a diffident. One day, i don't know when, you will discover your destiny.