Revenge trading is a parasite. For many Indian traders navigating the volatile Nifty and Bank Nifty markets, it’s not just a bad habit; it’s the silent killer that systematically drains accounts faster than a gap-down opening on expiry day. You see your hard-earned capital evaporate after a few consecutive losses, and the instinct screams: “I… Read More »
It sounds insane, but chasing a high win rate is often the exact reason traders fail to grow their accounts. Win rates feel good because being right gives us a rush of dopamine. But the market doesn’t pay you for being right—it pays you for being net-positive on expectancy. Let’s look at the simple math… Read More »
The wedding chamber lay bathed in the soft, golden glow of twilight, adorned with fragrant flowers and silken drapes, awaiting the sweet beginning of a new journey. The echoes of celebration still lingered in the air—the joyful songs, the laughter of relatives, the warmth of countless blessings. And in the heart of the young bride… Read More »
Most traders think their trading problem is “discipline” and “psychology.” You open YouTube or scroll through Twitter, and you are bombarded with the same tired advice: Control your emotions. Meditate before the bell rings. Read more stoic philosophy. Conquer your inner demons. It is all completely backwards. You don’t have a discipline problem. You have… Read More »
Walk into any proprietary trading firm, and you won’t see traders scrambling at 9:14 AM trying to figure out what the Nifty or Bank Nifty is going to do. Yet, this is exactly how 90% of retail traders in India operate. They show up just as the bell rings, stare at the 1-minute or 5-minute… Read More »
Most traders spend their entire careers staring at a single dimension: Price. They draw horizontal lines, plot moving averages, and obsess over where a stock might find support or resistance. But a price chart is not a one-dimensional line; it is a two-dimensional grid composed of both price and time. Ignoring time is like trying… Read More »
He was just a delivery boy. Nothing more, nothing less. Most nights, you’d find him weaving through chaotic city traffic on his battered motorcycle, carrying other people’s dinners while his own stomach growled in protest. The evening shift was his curse and his comfort—the darkness hid his exhaustion, and the empty streets after midnight became… Read More »
In the small town of Sojat, there stood a magnificent 400-year-old historic temple. It was renowned for its intricate marble craftsmanship, golden spires, and heavy silver doors. Every year, during the grand annual festival, the bidding to perform the main prayer (Aarti) would reach up to 700,000 rupees. The towns folk would proudly boast, “Our… Read More »
Yesterday was Sunday. Every Sunday, a bustling weekly market is set up in our neighborhood. From fresh vegetables to almost every daily necessity, everything is easily available here. People from the surrounding villages and localities flock to this market to do their essential shopping. Like every other week, I was on my way back home… Read More »
MADURAI, India – If you ever visit the majestic Meenakshi Temple, stop at its ancient entrance. Look closely. What you’ll find there today will shatter every doubt you’ve ever had about humanity. Part One: The Old Man Who Refused to Give Up Every morning at exactly 6 AM, Periyasami would unfold a small white cloth on… Read More »