That day unlike any other day had its evident strangeness from the time I opened my eyes. The sun was reluctant to come out and wish early beings their good morning. The radio jockey had reached his station late than usual which led to prolonged bhakti songs. As expected Indian railways ran all their morning trains more late than their previous best. Newspaper had not arrived as for the thunderous showers that Bangalore city received the entire night. The rain itself was unwelcome and erratic presenting itself on a freezer chilled winter night. Our house maid was surprisingly early as some other patrons were out of town. And above all my son was awake before me. I should have read the signs but as a stock market analyst, I was only trained to read the pattern post-facto. My own financial consulting company had just started to take baby steps along with my one year old son. I was the proud dad watching them move their tiny feet together with grit. The indexes had not sh...