Financially Yours
My mother used to describe my arithmetical grasp as a child of three to all those who would listen, who were plenty. The age of three, as I look back now, was an eventful year it appears. I had lost my power of speech totally, flew in an airplane for the first time from Trivandrum to Madras accompanied by my parents, was forced to learn swimming, was taught to pronounce "Cuticura" correctly by my grand uncle while sitting on his lap and so on. I believe if given three toffees in my right hand and two in the left and if asked how many toffees in total, I used to throw all the toffees and walk away in a huff. That was the kind of stuff I was made of. So it was not my fault if my personal finances were in shambles when I started earning. I was wired like that by the Almighty. To top it, our father never believed in insurance policies or investment of any kind. So much so that later when I found people talking about the share market, it sounded too sinister and even as som