There is a mushrooming growth of brokers in the share market of India and they are the ones fed fat on sucking the blood of the innocent traders in shares. They release silky ads to attract more and more of such traders projecting false images of theirs with plenty of offers and assurances to lure as bigger as possible a number of customers in their fold. Their greed for money is as big as a mountain bothering the least for the interest of the customers. They boast of offering new demat accounts fully operable within an hour but what follows after they receive the requisite money from the customers is raising flimsy and irrelevant grounds on delaying the proposal on some false pretext or the other as against finalising the same peremptorily. Dozens of the people come to me with the grievance of getting duped by such brokers and I am yet to make out a full fledged case for them to be taken up with the Government. In the meantime my advice to them is to generate necessary awareness in the masses to see that the traders in stocks keep themselves fully cautious and not fall into the brokers trap.
Like every body wants every thing in the world they equally aspire, nay hanker, for an elevated recognition irrespective of the fact whether or not they are able to retain even their zero level. Why such fancies and of what advantages except a meaningless exposure for self?. A great Ram Leela used to take place in my Village at a large scale with a big fun fare and jointly with other boys I too used to be there all the days Ram Leela continued. It was all so interesting
The committee organised Raj Darbar with Raja Ram himself present there to listen to the grievances of the people. One Pandit ji appeared (see picture) and after obeisance started narrating his problem like ‘I am fully conversant in several of the almost all the alphabets of Devnagari script and despite thatno body calls me pandi ji’. Bhagwan Ram told him ‘don’t worry Pandit ji, go to the boys and when they look at you tell them loudly ‘Look boys, don’t call me pandit ji, and they would instantly start calling you ‘’pandit ji, pandit ji, pandit ji”. The trick worked and the boys in the crowd of the venue itself continued repeating the spree till late in the mid night. This one is just a frugal instance but the very propensity of men and women to secure more, rather much more, recognition in different modes bordering a lusty hanker is a menace beyond repairs.