Money Vichara

In the small Kerala town of Ambalappuzha, a bowl of warm palpayasam is served at the Sree Krishna temple. According to a local legend, that sweet rice pudding is the instalment of a debt. The debt began with a game of chess. One day, a humble sage arrived at the court of the king and challenged him to play. The king loved chess, and he accepted gladly. When he asked what the sage would like if he won, the answer sounded almost too modest to be a stake. One grain of rice on the first square of the chessboard. Two on the second. Four on the third. And so on, doubling with every square. The king smiled. He may even have felt a little sorry for such a small request. He lost the game. The rice was brought in and the counting began. A few grains. A handful. A bowl. A bag. By the time the count reached the second half of the board, the royal granaries were being emptied, and the numbers were still climbing. The debt had grown far beyond what his kingdom could pay. Then the sage revealed himse...

It is 11:40 pm on 28 March, and Nikhil's laptop is the only light in the room. Nikhil is 39, a sales manager in Jaipur. The financial year closes in three days, and he still has ₹60,000 to allocate. He has known this since April last year. Three tabs are open. A colleague messaged at dinner time: Still not done? These portals get slow on the last day. Nikhil reads a headline on the first tab, glances at a comparison on the second, and closes the third because it asks for a document he cannot find right now. At 11:54, he clicks "Confirm". The whole thing took fourteen minutes. Nikhil is a composite of many of us. You may know him, and you may have been him. Now look at what he did last month. He spent three weekends choosing a sofa. He sat on eleven of them. He asked the shopkeeper whether the fabric would survive his young son. He measured the wall twice. Here is the question worth sitting with. It is not what Nikhil chose. We do not know, and it does not matter here. It...

There is a moment every serious investor has experienced at least once. You open a brokerage research report. Twelve pages. Dense with tables, charts, scenario analysis, sector comparisons. At the bottom of page one, in confident bold text, sits a price target: ₹2,342 per share. Not ₹2,300. Not "around ₹2,300 to ₹2,400." Exactly ₹2,342. Something about that precision feels reassuring. It feels like someone has done the work. Run the numbers. Figured it out. The decimal place, specifically, signals rigour. This is not a guess. This is analysis. Except — and this is the thing the report does not say — it is built almost entirely on assumptions. Assumptions about revenue growth five years from now. Assumptions about profit margins in year three. Assumptions about what the business will be worth at the end of the forecast period, stretched out into perpetuity. Change any one of those assumptions by a small amount, and the ₹2,342 becomes ₹1,900. Or ₹2,900. The number is precis...

It is a Sunday evening on one of Bengaluru's famous food streets, and the lane is packed. Ravi and his wife Meenakshi have come from Madurai for the weekend, their first visit in years. They know no one here. They do not know which stall is the famous one, or which is merely loud. Two pani puri stalls stand side by side, barely five steps apart. The steel bowls look the same, the stacks of puris look the same, and so do the pots of tamarind water. The first stall has a queue of about twenty-five people, spilling on to the footpath. The second has four or five customers, and a vendor chatting easily as he fills their plates. It is not empty. It is simply quiet. Ravi does not deliberate, and neither does Meenakshi. They walk to the longer queue and wait fifteen minutes. Six puris cost about forty rupees, and the verdict is good. Perfectly good. Not remarkable. On the walk back, Meenakshi asks, half joking, "Was it really better than the other one?" Ravi laughs. "No ide...

There is a conversation happening in India right now. Millions of versions of it. At dining tables. In WhatsApp groups. At office lunch breaks. At family weddings. It goes something like this. "Bhai, tension mat le. SIP kar. Every month. Automatically. Twenty years baad dekh. Crorepati ho jayega." The confidence with which this advice travels is remarkable. It comes from your brother-in-law who works in insurance. From your college friend who discovered investing last year. From your bank relationship manager. From television advertisements featuring smiling families and bar graphs going up and to the right. From social media reels that compress a lifetime of wealth-building into sixty reassuring seconds. And here is what makes this advice so powerful: it is not wrong. A monthly SIP into a good mutual fund, held consistently for years, has genuinely created wealth for millions of Indian investors who might otherwise have done nothing — or worse, done something far more da...

Arjun is a 38-year-old IT professional from Pune. In January 2020, he sat down one weekend, read a few articles about asset allocation, and made a decision he felt genuinely good about. He put 60% of his investments into equity mutual funds and 40% into debt. He wrote the percentages in his notes app. He felt organised. Prepared. Like someone who had finally figured it out. Then March 2020 happened. His portfolio fell nearly 30% in five weeks. He watched the numbers every morning and did nothing. Markets recovered by December. He did nothing. By the end of 2021, his equity funds had run so hard that his portfolio was now sitting at roughly 74% equity and 26% debt — far from where he had started. He still did nothing. Here is the question worth sitting with: Was Arjun disciplined — or was he just frozen? That question is what this article is about. Two Honest Strategies There are two genuinely thoughtful ways to approach asset allocation. They come from different philosophies. They ask ...