There was this guy I knew a few years back. Not that I knew him much but we were in general talking terms. He was the kind of person who in general gave out the aura of being in an eternally doped stage, with occasional banters that earned him the fame of being an intellectual lunatic. One day I caught him in the middle of his banters. With blood shot eyes, he started mumbling something. Well, banters are something that does not demand audience per se, although it would not be too bad if banters were heard, even if not supported. He called me, “Hey you budding economist! What’s up? Repo rates up, down or sleeping in your pockets?”. I, unable to find a suitable witty answer to this, tried to say something in the lines—that I am not an economist, you know. Like doctors or engineers getting a degree becomes doctors, engineers etc, but not the poor students of economics….even a post doctorate does not make anyone an economist. He asked me what I meant. Well, I mean, I could become a PO,
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