Cricket lovers would be familiar with the word Howzatt.
The bowler cries feverishly "Howzatt"after having clean bowled the batsman.
The Umpire either gives the batsman out by raising his forefinger.
In lesser times, the umpire nods sidewise , denoting that the batsman is still in the game, much to the chagrin of the bowler.
The wicket keeper also uses this word, when he stumps the batsman run out.
The fielders yell Howzatt, when they catch the ball,enabling the umpire to declare the batsman.
Thus the game of cricket where eleven players play, and eleven thousand fools watch , according to Benard Shaw,holds the breath of everyone.The spectators go rampant when the batsman scores fours and sixes.
Business also has become a game of thrill and excitement, keeping everyone in utter tension.
The sliding index of the stock market is enough to cause a cardiac arrest.
The esclating gold price is adequate to shoot up blood pressure.
The shriek Howzatt from the stock player is at times surmounting,at times it isonly a whimper.
The business of the world ,where the mighty play,keeps us in a zig zag predicament.
The analysts are like umpires, scratching their head, pulling out their sparse hair from their already shining head.
The cricketer makes a big hit or cracks a glamorous duck.His day is over, whether he out performs or underperforms.
The great business magnates have cast their die, whether it works out or works down is not their look out.
The perplexing economy has mangled real priorities .They have aroused dummy pivotals.
The enigma of business has to be unravelled, before anything of concrete progress is charted out.