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Bombay is the financial capital of India. And the nerve-centre of allfinancial activity is Dalal Street. The impressive building that housesBombay Stock Exchange(established 1875) is situated in this area. It's ahuge structure that has been designed to convey its national importance.Within the structure is the actual exchange which lists upto 3500companies. The trading floor is a busy place with brokers constantlymonitoring the progress of the market. They negotiate with bothcorporations and buyers to arrange purchase and sale of shares. As thevalue of important shares climbs and falls a lot of lives and careersare made. Some top brokers have their registered offices within theexchange building. The index that everyone believes in is called BSESensex. It is calculated from the value of the top 30 shares beingtraded. The man in charge of the exchange is the Exchange PresidentM.G.Sen. He is a man who is both feared and respected.

'Phase One,' said Mick, reading from a pamphlet he had picked up from the Post Office; 'realise you are a woman in a man's body.' 'Okay,' said Larry, 'erm,' he continued, 'how do I do that then?' 'Doesn't say,' said Mick. 'I imagine it's a state-of-mind kind of jobbie.' 'Like realising you were born to be a gerbil?' 'Yes, that kind of thing.'

Don't underestimate the versatility of a scream...

"She's a useless, loose woman."

Dead to him now He holds but a shell, A brittle, cracked mollusc Abandoned, outgrown. Denim and silk Surround candy striped clay Cast, By long ago hands Which feathered the flesh, In artisan sweeps

In a world full of people I stand alone No one but me I'm on my own. No one to love me No one who cares Do you even know if I'm there? In a world full of hope I have none Where ever I go

O.K . So we are driving to Sacramento. The usual crew: Liz, Troy, Paula me and you. We stop at Denny's for something to eat. A shake, a bake and a bellyache. Troy tells me to look in the corner.

"Have you no boots on?" he asks. "Oh, of course I have," she says, "They're shiny, black and high-heeled, And cover most of my legs."

A magic roundabout