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IIT Roorkee-IIM Grads Launch Cricket Stock exchange

Students from IIT Roorkee and IIM Ahmedabad have attempted to fuse corporate and cricket worlds by launching www.cricstock.com – Cricket Stock Exchange – on this virtual stock exchange, shares of international cricketers can be bought and traded by cricket fans, and the stock prices of cricketers will reflect their recent performance and what fans feel about them.

"The idea is to capture the mood and sentiments of cricket fans and translate them into numbers which will be reflected by stock-prices" informed Rahul Roushan, final year student of postgraduate programme of IIMA and one of the developers of the website. Currently the website has issued IPO (Initial Public Offering) of all the international cricketers of test-playing countries. A person gets one million of virtual cash as soon as he registers with the website and he can use that money to buy shares of any number of these cricketers. He has to bid within a specified price range for buying the shares of different cricketers.

More about functioning of the website can be known from http://www.cricstock.com/faq.htm

The team comprises of Rahul Roushan, Karthik Laxman, Siddartha Murlidharan (all of them final year MBA students of IIM Ahmedabad), and Mitanshu Garg (3rd year student of IIT Roorkee). Kaushik M (computer science alumnus for BITS, Pilani, and currently working as a software professional) gave valuable inputs to professionalize the website.

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The Lady on the Train

She was beautiful. The way she moved uneasily with each cruel shock; the way she fidgeted with her bangles; the way she turned once in a while showing her bare nape.

My wife had warned this was going to be a long train journey. And she had prepared for it with a sleepless night. And I did not even realize when she fell asleep right beside me. But she was very much there… her presence showing up like a barbed wire between me and my adulterous thoughts.

“What am I doing?” I reprimanded myself, “I’m married for a year now and very happy with my wife. The thought of another woman would only mean cheating on her.” But this one looked so divine, so close.

I envied the book she held- that took up so much of her concentration; that gave out a soft moan with each caressing touch of her soft fingers as she turned the pages…

I was pulled off my train of thoughts with a cruel yawn of my wife. It was as if she knew each and every of my fantasies. I felt guilty again. But a brief move as she sided a strand of hair off her face ignited my volatile guilt into the fire of fantasy as I kept staring on an on…

Delhi came as a rude jerk. The people of the whole compartment started filing out. But she kept staring out of the window looking for someone- maybe her husband. I felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy. Her bare nape was still showing. As I and my wife were moving out she suddenly sat upright, her body barely an in inch from my arm. “Should I or shouldn’t I?” It was a moment of moral dilemma and then it all dissolved into a milky mix as I jerked my hand and brushed against her neck.

“What brings on that broad smile?” My dreary eyed wife asked on the platform.

“I just cheated on you!” Despite of her raised eyebrows I knew she would never believe that. “Now look after the luggage else it gets stolen”

I still could not stop smiling.