Festival of Lights
My mom says, the day I was born, it was the day of lights – “Deepavali” - to say correctly the evening of lights, when candles lit peoples’ houses, smiles their faces and the crackers brightened the sky. Even my mom, dad, annu - everybody was brimming with joy, their faces brighter than the thousand suns. I brought them the light. It was light all around me. So much so, that it filled me completely, it remained inside me for ever. You know, a new-born baby can’t see. Neither did me, at that moment. But not long after since, I saw the day of the light and my journey in this world of lights has begun.
My annu says I have the most beautiful eyes. She is not the only one. Even Tubai, my little brother (and also my enemy no. one in this house), also says so. I am proud of my prized possessions. Of course, only beautiful eyes can see the most beautiful sights. I know Tubai doesn’t believe me. But everybody else does – my mom, annu and probably you too. Believe me; I can see a lot of things that you can not see. I see the bright stars running from left to right, right to left, sometimes appearing as threads – threads of colorful beads, or sometime tiny fragment of cobwebs. Huh I don’t need Deepawali to see the lights’ play. I see them playing, running, hiding, bursting into glory – every day and night, every now and then. I know others envy me. I have sensed them sobbing silently sitting next to me. I feel bad. Isn’t there something that you can see and I can not?
I thought not; until yesterday, when Tubai came running to me and told how he saw an “anaar” burst in nine colors. He told me he had never seen anything prettier than that. It went up and up and up like a fountain of light, a fountain of gold, silver, diamonds and what not – in blue green red crimson pink and then burst like a tree of light. He is a kid. He can’t describe everything correctly. But still I am sure a moron like him cannot cook up something like this. Honestly I have never seen this. Though I told him I see that stuff every now and then. In fact I have seen it much bigger and better. But as usual, he called me a liar. I tried convincing him hard; I beat him hard for not believing me. But this time he was adamant. I said I didn’t care, went up to my room, locked my door, but from the time I heard this “Anaar” story I started feeling jealous.
My mom says set one special prayer aside for each birthday. God seems to listen to you when you earnestly wish something on your birthday. I have decided what I need to ask God today. I will ask Him to show me what Tubai saw yesterday for once. I am ready to promise I wont run away before finishing my milk, I wont cry when doctor uncle would examine my eyes next time, I would promise to wear those glasses that I hate to wear all the time. But please for once, I wanna be like everybody else – like Tubai, Mom and Annu and see how an anaar bursts into nine lights!!!
My annu says I have the most beautiful eyes. She is not the only one. Even Tubai, my little brother (and also my enemy no. one in this house), also says so. I am proud of my prized possessions. Of course, only beautiful eyes can see the most beautiful sights. I know Tubai doesn’t believe me. But everybody else does – my mom, annu and probably you too. Believe me; I can see a lot of things that you can not see. I see the bright stars running from left to right, right to left, sometimes appearing as threads – threads of colorful beads, or sometime tiny fragment of cobwebs. Huh I don’t need Deepawali to see the lights’ play. I see them playing, running, hiding, bursting into glory – every day and night, every now and then. I know others envy me. I have sensed them sobbing silently sitting next to me. I feel bad. Isn’t there something that you can see and I can not?
I thought not; until yesterday, when Tubai came running to me and told how he saw an “anaar” burst in nine colors. He told me he had never seen anything prettier than that. It went up and up and up like a fountain of light, a fountain of gold, silver, diamonds and what not – in blue green red crimson pink and then burst like a tree of light. He is a kid. He can’t describe everything correctly. But still I am sure a moron like him cannot cook up something like this. Honestly I have never seen this. Though I told him I see that stuff every now and then. In fact I have seen it much bigger and better. But as usual, he called me a liar. I tried convincing him hard; I beat him hard for not believing me. But this time he was adamant. I said I didn’t care, went up to my room, locked my door, but from the time I heard this “Anaar” story I started feeling jealous.
My mom says set one special prayer aside for each birthday. God seems to listen to you when you earnestly wish something on your birthday. I have decided what I need to ask God today. I will ask Him to show me what Tubai saw yesterday for once. I am ready to promise I wont run away before finishing my milk, I wont cry when doctor uncle would examine my eyes next time, I would promise to wear those glasses that I hate to wear all the time. But please for once, I wanna be like everybody else – like Tubai, Mom and Annu and see how an anaar bursts into nine lights!!!
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Sub findAbnormal()
Dim rng As range
Dim prevavg, prevstdev, chng, relchng As Double
Dim x, y, z, i, j, count As Integer
Dim tickerArray(1 To 10) As String
Set rng = Worksheets("test3").range("A1:F254")
x = rng.Rows.count
y = rng.Columns.count
count = 1
For j = 2 To y
If rng.Cells(x, j).Value <> rng.Cells(x - 1, j).Value Then
chng = rng.Cells(x, j).Value - rng.Cells(x - 1, j).Value
prevavg = WorksheetFunction.Average(range(rng.Cells(x, j), rng.Cells(x, j).Offset(-6, 0)))
'prevstdev = WorksheetFunction.stdeva(range(rng.Cells(x, j), rng.Cells(x, j).Offset(-6, 0)))
relchng = Abs(chng) / prevavg
If relchng > 0.05 Then
tickerArray(count) = rng.Cells(1, j).Value
count = count + 1
'If (count > 10) Then
'ReDim Preserve tickerArray(1 To count)
'End If
End If
'MsgBox "change is " & chng & " prev avg is" & relchng
End If
Next j
MsgBox " The companies are "
For i = 1 To 10
If tickerArray(i) <> "" Then
MsgBox "" & tickerArray(i)
range("H1").Select
ActiveCell.Value = tickerArray(i)
End If
Next i
End Sub
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