Mid 2012 is also
significant in another important respect. The house I built with the help of my
parents and H.B.A of Pondicherry government has already completed its Silver
jubilee.Indeed Sakthi was born in this new house by sheer quirk of fate- wise
and benevolent fate, as was foretold by
an astrologer. Even before the alliance
was fixed, the renovation work had started in the ground floor without giving
serious consideration to the financial implication of the reconstruction process .Kindly note
that the building was as strong as the sturdy heart of my parents and mine too.
So it was not due to lack of strength or elegance, a remodeling had to be
done but there was fundamentally wrong
with the management of space . Without blaming anyone it was just my stupidity
and lack of dreaming capacity which resulted in that kind of shelter, under
which I did not get peace for long. What can you expect from a person like me,
who became a father of two daughters at an immature age of just twenty five?
It is better late than never, to correct one’s own mistake.For everything in
life there is a tradeoff .Now, by paying a small price in terms of few lakhs ,my
children will get the comforts and convenience of the semi luxury of the art of
modern construction , looking good by
just changing the tiles .
Will it make people
really happy and be at peace with themselves? Never. But the house will not be
blamed for one’s own stupid act or failings in life hence forward. In the last
leg of my journey in life, the stupid mind thinks about constructing a room
above for doing meditation on the subject, fully aware that weakness, loss of
memory and of course the tiredness pervading the entire body will not be of much
help in repairing my academic side and consolidating the reconstruction there. But
there is a lingering faint hope that God will not abandon me on the academic
side too and with the help of some friendly souls floating around me , even
while living I can and I should see some of the writings in print or in the blog
. When I write these lines I think about
the debate between Sydney Alexadr and Macullum on devaluation question, Lawson
Metzler interpretation about the insulation of stable economy under exogenous
disturbances under the regime of floating, my uneasiness with Samuelson’s way
of correcting Hume’s Mechanism, Shallowness of economic reforms in India ,
Chiese Yuvan’s mischief of under valuation,deepening Euro zone crisis, the U.S
economy and the dollar as the main
villain in the evolution of International financial architecture , the relevance
or irrelevance of Keynes in today’s world, secular tendency of rupee to
depreciate leading to chaos, rising gold price, the venality of corruption ,
deepening political uncertainty in the largest democracy on the Earth, irresponsible and indifferent attitudes towards economics by the
rulers, the need to understand the
writings of Paul Krugman , rekindling the memories of Harry G.Johnson and Jaon
Robinsn to current breed of
students and so on . The list is long
and varied and I have so many miles to walk after retirement. But there is
always a feeling of inadequacy and frustratingly irritating experience of not
having done many things earlier. In any case, even if I don’t and can’t write
more, I will read .This is just to console me and live with out getting into
any kind of depression.
