For a long time my blog has been in state of suspended animation . I know it is grossly unfair to those who are concerned with me as also the subject of economices which I love most.I am still not able to understand what pulls me down & why I am not sensible & responsible enough to do justice to my blog which was created to have dialogue with a broader audience , my students being the treasured segment in it . After congratulating Prof.Paul Kurgman when he won the noble prize in 2008, I did not bother to renew my romance with the blog. Today my student friend from IT city of India is right now with me & goading me to action.He is only typing this post. I hope that I would rediscover & reinvent myself in the days to come by sharing my emotional & intellectual links with subject & also other worldly things of life. I have bottledup my feelings on a varity of things in many diaries over a period of time & under the caption from my dateless diary I would like to post taking some excerpts perhaps doing some marginal editting .
For three weeks, during October end & first two weeks of November 2009 I was privileged to be in Paris & Few cities in Germany. Mr Sangeet Varghese, currently CEO of a company in Bangalore & emerging as Scholar in the area of leadership was of enormous help in my preparition for the foregin trip besides my few collegues & other well wishers & one christian father at Pondicherry.Mr.Paul Arokiyam Raja one of my former students currently in London was in touch with me during my stay in Europe through Mail.I told him that I would be documeting my expirence in both English & my mother tounge Tamil in the days to come . Indeed I did write a few pages in Tamil , breathing & drinking the cool breze in the serane enviroment there - the air conditioned city of Paris .
Besides lecturing on the issues related to free trade & Globalisation at University Of Paris 13 , I had an opportunity to interact with youth & especially a few French Girls, while traviling to Germany & Visiting the museme at paris. I was amazed by their tremendous maturity & wisdom in their thinking process & I could only emvy them .In the final leg of my stay at Paris a sizable number of Tamil Families & friends showered their love.
I under took my first overseas trip in the 40th year of teaching & at matured young age of 60;it has had a profound infulence on me.In what respect it has transformed me I cannot say fully but it's true in some respect I am a changed man & I can't fully express the nature of change for it is like a feeling of love or romance which one can only feel & not explain to others .
A poet told once; Blessed is he who has found his work & let him ask no other happiness. I would add here that beside work one should also have his/her own love & also an opportunity to travel a lot especially beyond his/her country's geogaphical boundry.
After returning from this trip I sincerly feel that like first love ,first kiss & the first poem in ones life , the first overseas trip has also got its own fun ,thrill , adventure & so on. I was unlucky not to have fallen in any mad love with any girl at the right young age although I was a student of Madras Presidency college in late 60's & later assistance Professor in Goverment Arts College in the Kerala Region of Union Tertory of Pondicherryin early 70's, given my shyness & brought up in traditional outlook in those days .I do not remember the first kiss at the time of marriage but the first poem that I wrote in Tamil is very clear in my green memory.
I am lucky that I could undertake the first forign trip against heavy odds and I may not be able to capture all my intesnse feelings which I experienced there , but defiently i can share a little & recollect in tranquility in the days to come. This Trip will enable me to look back at my own village & college life & also enable me to do a tremdous lamentation over my country's state of affairs in all walks of life although it is projected to be one of the emerging economic powers in 21st century.
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Dear Sir
It was nice reading this short crisp recollection of your Paris trip. However, you owe it to us to publish the longer version as you yourself had admitted.
Although it reads nicely, it hardly does any justice to the fine nuances that you must have come across.
On tenterhooks
Tabraz
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