On Balance Volume Chartink Review

He placed a market order for delivery. 553 shares.

The blinking cursor on the terminal was the only thing that moved in the room. Arun sat in the dark, the ghostly blue light of “Chartink” illuminating the deep circles under his eyes. On the screen, a single tab was open: . on balance volume chartink

Arun had learned that lesson too late. Three years ago, he had ignored the OBV divergence in a sugar stock. Price went up, volume went down. He went all in. He lost everything—his father’s retirement fund, his sister’s wedding savings, his own dignity. He had moved back into this cramped Mumbai chawl, where the walls wept humidity and the ceiling fan wobbled like a dying kite. He placed a market order for delivery

Arun’s heart stopped. He knew that land. His cousin worked as a clerk in the Navi Mumbai Municipal Corporation. Two weeks ago, over chai and vada pav, the cousin had mentioned whispers: “Bhai, that land? It’s going to be acquired for the new cargo terminal. Rate? Not ₹85 per share. Try ₹850.” Arun sat in the dark, the ghostly blue

He hung up. Then he opened his own account. He had exactly ₹47,000 left in the world—money he had saved by skipping dinners, walking instead of taking the bus, wearing the same torn chappals for two monsoons.

Arun didn’t sell at the top. He sold at ₹890. After taxes, he walked away with ₹4.8 lakhs from his own trade. Mrs. Desai’s 15 lakhs became 1.57 crores. She bought him a new ceiling fan. And new chappals.

“What then?”