Finance is an interesting field. Specially so for people looking in from outside. Since they are removed from the utter madness and complete psychological rollercoaster rides they can view things in some sort of perspective that illudes us altogether. There is a saying about CEOs "They weren't always boring, they were like you and me." Same goes for bankers "We weren't always boring, we were like the rest of you." To an extent it is true. But then again, this can only be said by people who are not bankers.

Forgive them. For they do not know.

Banking is like the primordial soup that erupted in a big bang and created the universe. There are countless charged particles buzzing with energy and noise continuously banging against each other in a frenzy.

Or it can be compared to a South American river. There are countless piranha having a ravenous virulent feeding frenzy that any viewer would never forget.

Or it can be compared to a Book written by Dan Brown. It seems solid and educating from the outside but the inside is full of ill written ideas, expostulations that would scare witch doctors and flights of fancy that would shame the most ardent Wright Brothers fans.

But, despite all the madness, I love it. Absolutely. The fever pitch of work. The slightly faster speed at which we talk, simply because we don't have time, and we have to say a lot. Being in a hyper charged, super excited and uber activated state of mind. Love it!

As those of you, who have already seen me know, I am bordering on obesity, from the other side. Not a seemly sight, I admit, but beauty is not skin deep and one must not judge based on appearances only. One must judge on the basis of financial capability and discounted cash flows as does the rest of the human race. Not that that will put me in any better a position. But it will take attention away from the borderline obesity.

So, straying very far away from the topic put aside. I have been told today, by someone I have met after three months, that I seem to have lost weight. Under what weighty consideration of human charity and pity he was labouring, I will never know, but I know that he may actually be right. What with all the pressure at work, sleep deprivation, extreme telephone socializing, starvation and plain reason less apprehension, anxiety, tension and a consistent feeling of impending doom it does not seem very conducive to weight gain.

And to top all the disparate strands of psychological and physical challenges, add up the coming Mango season. I got my first interface with it today. It is quite clear that after eating four largish Mangoes for dinner, one does not need a smaller belt. At least not till August.

The love for food is far superior to the hatred of obesity. Yet again, I seem to have my priorities straight. Spread love not hate.