Thursday, August 26, 2010

A Farewell to College audience (1994)

It took a lot of time to get relief from my college when I got selected as Reader at School of international Studies, Pondicherry University. In the early months of 1994, I made a switchover from college atmosphere to university environment. I don’t have the habit of preparing speeches for farewell. Perhaps after the meeting was over, I must have scribbled some. Today I stumbled upon those notes; looking back towards college days and life at university with all my self imposed academic discipline, I shall give a pat on my frozen shoulder that I have rendered a reasonable justice to MIM student community and also evolved as a critical commentator, though not as a great research scholar.
My farewell speech went like this:
While expressing my sincere thanks for the nice tea in the warm afternoon, let me spend a few minutes by ruminating over the past and thinking aloud on the present.
Poets would say that past can only be a false memory; I would consider it as a pleasant memory, remaining ever green in my heart, radiating joy and peace. Most of us, the faculty members of economics department were nursed and nurtured here, in the academically fertile soil of TAC under the benevolent nourishment of Prof.Sasankan, our founder professor of Economcs.

He was a professor in whose era we were proud to be known as students and later as teachers in Economics. He had the intellectual grace and human warmth in the class room which evoked spontaneous love and respect from students.
Faculty present have, belong to the second generation of teachers who have a great deal of enthusiasm and interest in the subject and increasing inclination and aptitude towards teaching. If some of you would recall your intellectual association with us at a future date, in your old age, that will be a music to our souls wandering in eternity.
There is a saying: Blessed is he who has found his work. Let him ask no other happiness.
All of us were lucky to enter into a profession which is dear to our heart, but our places of work, with a few exceptions have not motivated us sufficiently to exploit our full potentials; May be , partly we are to be blamed for this “ under employment academic equilibrium” ;in teaching, both VG and DD will stand in splendid isolation in this regard. I am not undermining others or myself.
More than the place of work, what matters is innate interest in work, and the will power and determination to sustain the tempo. Professsors M.L.Thangappa Panju, Raj Goudaman, Jothi of Tamil dept , P.Raja of English and Dr.Narayanan of philosophy dept have revealed themselves to a broader world by their scholarly writings .

In a land of spinners Kapil Dev at a young age aspired to become a fast bolwler; by crude technical standard, he was far below the potentials of fast bowlers of west indies and Australia. Yet by playing a record number of matches without missing a single test (his omission on disciplinary ground being an exception ) he could attain the peak by sheer perspiration.

Age and exuberance were on his side and half of his wickets came from the home pitch not suited for fast bowling-.By technical standard, he was far below the pace battery of West Indies and Australia, but he could sustain himself in test cricket for a longer period without being affected by injuries. We have to learn a lot from Kapil.
Therefore, like Kapil we must have dreams. Dreams can not survive without concrete action, and hence dedication and determination are needed and it should not be difficult to surmount the obstacles on the way towards progress and academic fulfillment. You must draw inspiration from all of us and work hard for building a bright and secured life. The world is full of uncertainty and human nature is unpredictable. But the path is not a rosy one. We can’t have a cake walk. Our home team could not sweep the series. The law of statistical average ultimately prevailed. The defeated side did not get vanquished in the final game. What matters at the end is we should continue to fight regardless of victory pr defeat.

In a sophisticated, research oriented university environment, I might feel like a queer bird. Nevertheless, the exposure to a broader and well informed all India audience, the infrastructure facilities available there and more important the demanding nature of students joining professional courses, would enthuse me to be comfortable with the subject and overcome my inherited handicaps and deficiencies.

We are now living in a crucial period of globalization and marketization. It is an environment of opportunities and challenges, freedom and excitement. I take this new assignment in the same vein inflicting an intellectual punishment on myself in order that I would become more productive and competitive. Eventually, it all depends upon how one utilizes the opportunities and make the best out of them.



Friday, August 20, 2010

A Letter I Forgot to Post

Following is the letter written to my youngest daughte’s(some times called Joe also) friend. This letter was also not posted. Now that friend is in Washington and is in touch with us, continuously.
Since the closing days of 2002, we have been experiencing a series of twists and turns in the drama of life.
I must say that Joe had the necessary mental and physical stamina to withstand all those shocks and disturbances of life.
It was during that period only you thought, she had distanced from yourself and that she was not adequately plain and frank. Had she allowed me to speak, I would have explained in person, about the state of chaos prevailing here.
I only know how much love and affection Sakthi has for you: It may not be fully expressed explicitly but it would be naïve to believe that it does not exist.
To my knowledge, true friendship is a rare phenomenon in life. It is not that everyone is gifted to strike it at the early age and keep it in perpetual motion through time. One must have judgment and wisdom to forget the transient misunderstanding and fall back upon true spirit and perspective of friendship.
I am very sorry to hear about your pain and agony. There is a saying that when going becomes tough, the tough gets going.
Thank you for the letter written, but not posted yet. I would be very happy to receive your tonic and balm to lighten my heart.
From my end, I must say that children must spend more time with mother and make her happy and reassured in life. Try to understand her feelings and frustration and provide an emotional anchor.
It’s time all of us learnt the art of detached attachment in life. Too much of love, heightened sense of possessiveness, will create wrinkles on emotional side. All of us will always practice a sense of moderation.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Four Decades of passionate teaching, I find it hard to believe: A mere spark in a student’s eye can take me forward in my academic journey.

Today, the 6th August 2010, marks the completion of forty years of my academic tapas and meditation on economics, a subject which I love dearly and I am fond of teaching it passionately.

Had I continued in my earlier collegiate service, I would have officially retired at 15.05.2010, a this milestone could not have occurred. Entry into University rather belatedly with all habitual reluctance and the resulting exposure to an informed all India audience, made me to walk through Economics, measuring my steps as well. I may not have written many scholarly research papers in reputed journals befitting of my true academic potentials and I was not destined to be, and yet I do not have any regrets;

For whatever I have written, thanks to Business Line .I am happy that I have made a contribution in a small way as a critical commentator without much bias and prejudice. The true value added, I know, my customers know.
As a teacher, in the last four decades I have done reasonable justice. Even if some “scholarly” students say I am an average teacher, not at all good, my role as a good teacher will seldom diminish, for all the spirit and flavor of teaching, way of articulating with all body language, long preparation for the class and so on came to me in a natural way and became a good habit. It still persists and refuses to die. This is advantage d.sambandhan.

Now the time has come for me to change. For various reasons I must moderate my teaching, shouting from the bottom of belly. I can’t change that easily. But I must try. So long as there is a spark in a student’s eye, I will carry on.

From my Dateless Dairy