Arbind Roy

उसको देखा तो मैं समझा हो सकता है इक इंसान भी पूरी दुनिया हो सकता है!

Iska alag hi bull run chalu hai. But a vertical rally like this should ideally lead to some correction. Pharma as a whole has been on a tear. #Senores

Mandatory Disclosure - I am an NSE registered AP with the number AP2513011961. This is a required disclosure as per the law. I don't collect any money from anyone nor do I manage other's money.

The easiest way to see some demand reduction would be to mandate WFH.

With time Naveen Patnaik will be taught in schools of public leadership. India can never produce a statesman of his calibre again.

The only man in modern politics to attend the swearing in ceremony of CM as a leader of opposition. They don’t make leaders like them anymore.

Even after his party's defeat in 2024, Naveen Patnaik attended opposition CM oath taking ceremony & congratulated winning side with grace & dignity! Such gestures are very rare in present day politics especially for crybaby Mamata Banerjee🤡 True Gentleman & Gem of a leader❤️

A Bihari in Tamil Nadu on pilgrimage Look at the love he receives 🇮🇳

Kolkata, West Bengal: HPCL Petrol Pump Owner, Tollygunge, Shalini Sen says, "Yesterday evening, when I had gone home, around 30–40 miscreants from the previous regime came to the petrol pump in an intoxicated state. They threatened my manager regarding the parking of a large fuel tanker, saying they would give only 10 minutes to remove it or they would create a disturbance. My manager called me and asked what to do..."

Waiting for the #NSE IPO. Disclosure - Family owns shares in it from a few years back.

Born in Bengal, raised in Bengal , I have seen its pride, its talent, and its industrial setbacks. This was once India’s financial and industrial powerhouse - home to trade, enterprise, tea, jute, and big business, built by the collective spirit of many communities. At the heart of Bengal has always been its people , especially the intellect, creativity, and cultural depth of Bengalis, which remain its timeless strength. History may have slowed Bengal’s journey, but never its potential. I hope this marks the beginning of a new chapter - where Bengal rebuilds, re industrializes, and reclaims the glory it truly deserves. ✌️

@MK_MPKAPADIA Abhi implement nahi hua. Hua to pata chalega.

@arbindonline Pledge hota hai kya fno ke liye ??

Came across this nice new product. Was unclear about how this would be different from an ETF, but it was explained to me that it will be treated as a security while ETF is treated as a MF. Taxation difference, also the receipts can be converted into physical gold. #Gold

#Goodluck has a decent structure. Key is to see whether it can sustain the breakout on a closing basis. Disclosure - I have a small position from around 1000.

This is why it is better not to run one's mouth in public😅

@RajshekharDunna 😂

@arbindonline That podcast? Total vibe-killer nuked my will to live 🙄

Came across a finfluencer's opinion stating that a 40 year old requires 40 Crores at age 60 to retire. As they say, if you torture a data hard enough, you can make it show any output. 99% of India will never reach this number at 60.

Heard a great line today.... "Even if you are right in the trade, you must survive the interim". So so true!

Reality Check 🍜 A men tested 1 batch of Maggi masala quality in lab costing ₹30,000 After testing, the results that came will shock you: Carbaryl (Pesticide used in Masala)~ Limit~ 0.1 mg/kg Actual~ 0.267 mg/kg Difference~ 2.67x Means according to FSSAI standards limits it failed in tests. Just imagine around 2 Crore packets of Maggi consumed daily in India. But from Maggi side : • No Clarification • No Explanation • No Action Plan This is the condition of the biggest consumer brands of India 🤡

Confessions and realities 42M, 55LPA I am a 42-year-old man with a senior job in IT. I have a house in Chennai, a supportive wife, and two children. On paper, everything about my life looks perfect. I have achieved all the things society says a man should achieve. In my twenties, life felt different. I had friends to spend time with. We would hang out at Marina Beach and Besant Nagar beach, watch movies at Rohini, Udayam, and Kasi theatres, and ride around Mount Road on my RX100. In my thirties, I had colleagues to talk with over tea breaks. We would discuss apartments, onsite trips, and share random stories about life and work. But now, in my forties, life has turned into a quiet routine. My phone rarely rings for anything personal. Most calls are about office work, bank alerts, or someone from home asking me to pick up milk on the way back. The loneliness of a man in his forties is unusual. I am not physically alone, but I often feel like a machine. When I enter my home, I am simply “Appa.” I am the person who pays school fees, fixes the Wi-Fi, and handles repairs. My wife is busy with her work and the kids. My children are teenagers now, living in their own worlds and their own rooms. They love me, but they mostly see me as the person who provides comfort and stability. They no longer see me as an individual. At the office, I am the senior person. I am expected to have all the answers. I cannot tell my team that I feel tired. I cannot tell my boss that I sometimes struggle to keep up with new technologies. I must appear confident and strong, even when I quietly worry about the future. Sometimes I drive home slowly from work just to spend a few extra minutes in the car. I listen to songs from my college days. For those fifteen minutes, I am not a manager or a father. I am simply myself again. I realize that I have not had a real conversation about my feelings with anyone in years. My old friends now exist mostly as names on WhatsApp. We send “Happy Birthday” or “Congratulations” messages, but rarely talk. When we meet at weddings, our conversations revolve around our children’s grades or the cars we drive. We never talk about what we actually feel. The hardest part is that I cannot even complain. If I tell my family that I feel lonely, they look confused and say, “But we are all here with you.” They do not understand that a person can be surrounded by people and still feel like they are on a desert island. Society teaches men that if they provide money and security, they have succeeded in life. But no one teaches us how to deal with the silence that comes with it. I have built a beautiful life for everyone around me, but sometimes it feels like there is no space left for me inside it. And maybe… this is what life in your forties feels like.