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faculty Interview questions by panel members-Institute II

1. What do you mean by Empirical Study? How your study is an empirical study? 2. What do you mean by the exploratory study? Is your study exploratory study? 3. Have you read research methodology? What is the difference between empirical study and exploratory study? 4. What is a risk? How it is measured? How it can be quantified? Suppose I purchase a government securities bond for 10 years, is it a risky asset?  Suppose I bought an asset with 10-12% of return, is it a risky asset? 5. What is a derivative instrument? 6. What was the basic reason of Lehman brother’s bankruptcy? Lehman brother a real estate sector? 7. What is the difference between NPV, IRR, ERR? Have you done exercise during your on these terms? Explain with such examples. 8. What is the basic definition of management? What are the features of management? As you are going to teach in a management institute, what you will manage? Do you manage space, Do you manage money? Do you manage material? Is mon

I die, your death, Certainly not, pass away our love

I die, your death, Certainly not, pass away our love You took it away in the last meet Growing pain and my heartbeat I have lost my feelings, my inner heat Shocked, why does history repeat? Has life lost its true meaning? At one time innocent, next cunning What? I am now thinking Let you decide this evening No one to hold me in arms Lost my beauty lost my charms Light is cold, and light is warm To hold me tight stretch your arm What you would do with my soul If only love is to play the main role And striving to be again whole Stolen in time as reaching my goal I think that I am dead City of funeral you made Where its pieces to spread? In slums of despair widespread It’s my beauty that I own That you already adorn Can't let it go to be blown Also, not let you be thrown Days were days, now seems like a year Few days for joy and more for tear It is very hard for nights, to bear Awaking for your decision to hea

For me and my soul, You are my manuscript

For me and my soul, You are my manuscript. Each of us titled towards each other The love is thing that brings us closer The heart of both has held on us With no deals of profit or loss Compassion, empathy, two jewels In our heart the soul warmly spells That our heart hears cry every day To find for each other a freeway The world does not really matter I am happy that I met with her What matters is how we feel for each other? Luck line on her hand or her hair’s flower Love certainly does exist My heart, mind, and soul insist Between both of us, somewhere unseen I am king for she is the ‘only’ queen Let us nurture this emotion To win or rule each other’s realm Both of us needed to walk Hands on her waist and talk Someway, to walk in path of life Someday, to talk in path of life We need to walk together, step by step One destination and only one map Mind beast of ego that made us separate When heart says t

Tears, What You Want to Reveal?

Tears, What You Want to Reveal? Tears, what you want to reveal? Show yourself to my soul to heal I don't understand Or even comprehend People always misunderstand When they see you first hand? Is it revealing my mistake? My sympathy to my own to awake Is it revealing my pain? Or gaining strength to sustain Is it revealing my weakness? That, later I would confess Is it revealing my fear? Or do something to keep clear Is it a sign of relief? That I could remain true in my belief Is it a self-respect? When I am deep-rooted in deep deject Is it unprofessionalism or an emotional bond? Or it is a soul I found emotionally honed I don't know what it is Why life is rolling down in Pieces. But when it flows it flows sometimes at wrong time wrong place Also, then it glows like stars in night time, with a song, rhyme and a grace Giving a right to others to make you feel like culprit Dear Tears! Yours isn’t justif

Walking with Daddy

Walking with  Daddy Daddy  walking ahead with his huge  steps , I  cannot catch up with him, my tiny feet  run  and leap but I fall short and then I free my hand. I  run  away and farther, away from papa, away to freedom, away towards the sun. But the sun sets, it gets dark, alone and tired of running, I cry. I need you now  daddy , give  me  the comfort of your hand, carry  me  now, over your shoulders, I am so tired. Put  me  on  your lap  daddy , sing  me  a  lullaby, let  me  chatter in my tongue, is it foreign? I want to be heard and I long to hear your voice. Cradle  me  to sleep now so that I can wake  up the next morning find my feet in sync with yours. Got the copy of resonance. my poems was published ... walking with my daddy Copyright Leepsa


The art of true happiness lies In wiping people’s cries Giving food to the hungry human And cloth to the bare women Making the whole world as your family Spreading love and brotherhood daily Spending life in the service of old men Devoting time to educating poor children Contributing money for whom it is a hindrance Also through sharing talent and experience Donating blood and giving life Forgetting envy and past strife Celebrating all religion festival together Sharing sweets with one another Donating eyes to the blind Merciful to creatures of all kind In taking away other’s pain and suffering And bringing smile through your caring Loving and helping others is the real virtue Complete inner fulfillment will pursue Real happiness is neither in glittering gold Nor is fame where character is sold Either not lies in the certificates or degrees Or in power where humanity buries Get place in someone’s heart’s corner True happiness will


The paradox of love, odium, and the faith where the strength lie Have made a quest for love and life, among the clouds in the sunset sky My love unreturned, unwanted, uncared in a saga of trust and faith Where my eyes search some peace, lips some smile and heart some breathe In the midst of noise, restlessness, in arms of anger and pain Amongst the crowd of sun, moon, stars but with the touch of silence again I search myself and the love within that made my soul hungry, homeless, naked Suffering from greatest poverty not from gold but from the heart where love has fade I kept myself alive from closest care of the tree, its branches, leaves, flowers, and fruit I kept putting oil till midnight to let the lamp of love keep burning But the wind of lust for money had to take my blood, the worst revenge The kingdom of loneliness made me the queen with broken fears In the island surrounded by the ocean of sorrow, suffering, and tears He aborted the trust that grew