Here are the most clicked items on Alpha Ideas this week:
Is a market crash looming? (Capital Mind)
Never waste a crisis (AI)
What a real estate time correction looks like (AI)
Perpetual Bonds : A gift from RBI (Bala)
Kenneth Andrade: Your age matters (AI)
Will Reliance be a disruptor in real estate? (Rediff)
The Internet is for porn (Margins)
Tesla Bull Case (AI)
FIIs: India Meri Jaan (AI)
God save the Fed (AI)
Source : Nagesh Rao Duvvuri
Hat Tip : DS
Some stuff I am reading today morning :
Fintech firms can now setup Mutual Funds ( BS )
Centre approves 3,500 Cr aid for sugar exports ( FE )
Wistron labour incident could be sabotage ( OpIndia )
Resilience and flexibility of our Atmanirbhar policy ( Sanjeev Sanyal )
Boom time in IPOs in Asia ( BS )
Stock Talk : Havells ( Forbes)
Will Reliance be real estate’s disruptor? ( Rediff )
Interview with Samit Vartak ( CNBC)
Stocks are rising and noone is selling ( TRB )
Bitcoin breaks above $ 20,000( CNBC )
Still I Rise
A Poem by Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me we in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.