James Bond and the Middle East markets

We’ve seen quite a bit in 2010, haven’t we, and if you ask me it’s almost been like watching a James Bond Movie with its high points, creepy suspense and finally the ‘good guy saves the world’ moments. Scandals, unexpected stock market busts, political turmoil, bad guys beating up the good guy and finally histories (sporting) being created. Over the Christmas weekend, I was having lunch with a friend and we got into discussing the same and comparing the stock market with a action thriller movie and here’s the thought.

You're watching a thriller, you laugh at the happy moments, lose interest at the slow dragging dialogues and then when the suspense creeps in and the movie twists and turns, it scares the living daylights out of you. The movie could as well be called “The Middle East stock Market” and it wouldn’t be any different.

Ok, there are no blond babes and Daniel Craigs in tight shorts strutting around (thankfully) in our 3000Xtra/ Eikon terminals, but think of it laterally and you’ll find a action thriller storyline no different from DFM, ADX, Doha or Tadawul markets. In a Bond movie for example – we know what we’re getting into even before the movie begins, Bond is going to walk around with the coolest gadgets, hottest babes and get himself nearly killed (remember you nodded in agreement with the word ‘nearly’).

Take this classic James bond movie clip (Click Here) , Bond is all tied up and has a laser which is slowly going to cut him into two pieces and burn his “ahem! ahem!” off. Even if we have 30+ years of past James bond movies (stock market) data, which points out that James Bond cannot at any instance have his “ahem! Ahem!” burnt into fine dust particles; you still sit up at the edge and experience anxiety and tension, wondering ‘what next’.

Ever thought why this happens, and the only answer we could figure out was that , we experience this anxiety because in those 'moments', we're not only following the movie (stock market) with our eyes, but also our brain cells move into autopilot and an emotional brain takes over.. That means the intellectual brain goes into sleep mode and the emotional one takes complete control. Makes sense?

When we’re watching the movie (market), we’re not thinking of the long term, we’re sucked into thinking of the moment and we get drawn into the emotion and struggle to see the big picture. If the movie shifts from being a James Bond movie to watching ‘Dracula’, what would be the reaction - we hold our partner’s hand tightly (strictly speaking it may not be the way it happens in the market situation). Ok, maybe you don’t hold your partners hand, you probably just close your eyes..right?

I think its great advise when someone says with reference to the market that - Get out of the momentary reaction (short term) and focus on the big picture (long term), its also great advise when someone tells us to supplement emotion with intelligence when handling the stock market…but hey, it would make the whole James Bond movie one heck of a bore!!!

All this year end intellectual exercise is fine, but hey what’s a good ol’ action thriller without enjoying its moments :)

Happy New Year 2011 to all of you,

A City is where your heart (money) is...

Guess what, some nut offered me this really juicy offer from New York a month back and I decided to say no to it. No I’m not mentally ill; I just have a problem with reality. To top the job losses, and meager commissions, the poor investment banking souls I know down there are into their last million and are still taxed to death.

I wanted to quantify my argument, since my wife had already started apartment hunting in NY when she heard about this. I did a bit of research and came across this interesting study done by Mercer Inc (www.mercer.com). It’s called the Worldwide Cost of Living Survey 2010. From what I could read, these are the cities which I knocked out of the list and here’s a few surprise cities I’ve added

- Africa : I know Africa is booming, but just in case you get a $$$ million dollar offer from a blue chip investment bank in Luanda, Angola, remember it’s the most expensive city in the world for expats to live in. Chad and Gabon are also quite expensive and rank number 3 and 7 globally. Errr..and just a bit of friendly advise from someone who’s been quite a bit,.” In case you didn’t know…everything. I repeat everything.. in Africa bites too’

- Europe: Oh Africa is not in your radar and its Europe, I would highly recommend that you ignore all offers from London, Paris and Frankfurt and if you get one from Tirana in Albania, grab it with both hands. It’s apparently the cheapest city to live in all of Europe!!!! Oh! You’ve accumulated a zillion miles on Skywards already, am not sure what you’ll do with that, the only airline which could take you to Albania is Albanian airlines and they fly converted Hercules and Antonov Cargo planes.

- Americas: You’re looking at the Americas, how nice, you and my wife will get along well….the last I heard the economic crisis is so bad out there, they caught a truck load of Americans trying to sneak into Mexico!!! On a more serious note, It turns out Sao Paulo (21), Brazil is more expensive than New York (27). If any of you get tickled into packing your bags for this rapidly developing economy, you’d better read the fine print very carefully. Am sure most of us won’t look very good dancing around in a thong at the Rio Carnival to earn a few extra bucks to make ends meet.

- The United States of India : And if you thought you should take revenge on Indians because they just off-shored some jobs from your office to Slumdog millionaire country, think again. Someone calculated that if you’re a single guy with no kids and were offered a Million dollar job in Mumbai, 458K would get eaten up by the tax bogeyman. So let’s get India out of the list too.

Just for the heck, let me throw in some stats which I found on another blog (Singapore Hedge Fund) “KPMG’s calculations are based on the assumption that the employee is single, has no children and earns a salary of 1 million pounds a year. Tax and social security payments are calculated from Jan. 1 to Dec. 31, 2010 As of April 2010

City -->Income Tax -->Social Security -->Total
London --> £477,519 --> £13,759 --> £491,278
Frankfurt -->£476,469 -->£10,339 -->£486,808
Paris -->£350,786 -->£110,342 --> £461,128
New York -->£414,250 -->£18,520 -->£432,770
Tokyo -->£349,655 -->£12,260 -->£361,915

Good ol Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Jeddah and Muscat rank quite low in this list!!! Add in the Sun, the bling, gasoline costs and friends like you, I’ll happily pay my traffic fines and toll tax and stick around here for some more time.

Stick around guys and God bless!

To all those who taught me how to hunt!

The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs, pushes, yells but leads you through the crossfire, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called 'truth'

I have been fortunate to have had some of the most amazing teachers at work and life. What I am today is undoubtedly because of having had the good fortune of having either directly or indirectly worked under these awesome guys . When I happened to come across a video the other day (posted by another person whose blog I admire a lot ), it reminded me of similar situations where I have been through at work. Have a peek at Al Pacino's speech from 'Any given Sunday' . If only I had recorded some of the moments at work on a camcorder, they would not have been any less inspiring! Read on or watch the video on youtube on the link provided.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I have reproduced the Al Pacino speech for easier reading below

I don't know what to say really. Three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives. It all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, till we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time.


Now I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces, and I think... I mean I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me, and lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. That's part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life's this game of inches. And so is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean... one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow too fast, you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the f%*ing difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this - in any fight, its the guy whose willing to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm going to have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch.Because that's what living is! The 6 inches in front of your face...


I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think you're gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him.



That's a team, gentlemen. And either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die, as individuals. That's football, guys. 


That's all it is. Now, what are you going to do?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To all my teachers at work and life who have taught me to hunt and love the game! Remembering you this moment! and a big thank you for everything...