on the modern Militiarized, diseased and contaminted mind of Rogue rulers in killing civilians

The world has been undergoing a remarkable transition and transformation under the weight of technological revolution and more recently  different variant of Artificial Intelligence..

Will  it do more good than harm? Will machine the creation of human intelligence be able to think feel and act like super human and outsmart  humans.

They are no longer hypothetical questions but crucial issues  confronting the world today. More particularly in the Post -truth world dominated and frustrated  by the militarised,dehumanized  and diseased mind of most of the fascist rulers all over the world.

Come to think of it, issues like, palestanians cry for recovery of their home land and Ukarine's helplessness in the face of Russian arrogance and folly, disturbs our mind and dim our hopes for the evolution of decent, well balanced international political and economic order.

More importantly the crass silence of the global south in not voicing the reasoned response and support for the cause of palestaneians is puzzling and  frustrating.

The Middle East is sitting on volcanoes of prolonged war. The US which aids and abets Israel war machine to kill the innocent civilians does not have any moral right to police. It's blindfolded and bemused by the presence of a monster called Trump, and his anti immigrant labour policy and his crude plea for heightened protectionist tendancies which has made globalization as a mockery. At a time when developing south and emerging markets are willing to allow themselves to be raped given their urge to earn export, the world is getting deglobalized selectively to protect the industrial powers of the affluent bloc.

The general allegation that Japan in the distant past and china of more recent vintage have been consistently destroying the international trading world with its single minded drive towards Mercantilist conquest is now applicable to the U S,emerging as a rogue state. The US and many others in the global economy creak beneath hopeless burden of debts and deficits, vaulting inflation, escalated food inflation and all nations experience great supply shocks.

America's persistent deficits to leach away saving,drive up consumption and suck in imports. It took a long time to reduce interest rate as inflation was stubbornly refusing to fall  and weakening dollar did not give much space through international Fischer effect.

The real cold war is between the U S and china and india is caught between devil and deep sea..

The leadership is keen to annex states under BJP rule by hook or crook  and not worry much about belligerence of china and the series of insults and humiliation stemming from it.

There are signs that china is willing to listen to reason and use diplomacy to defuse tension and moderate US romance with india.It remains to be seen how far and hiw long china will play this hide and seek game.

who am I- part 2

Being an ordinary human all of us desire a lot and dream a lot to attain all the material requisites of well being to use Alfred Marshall words.Excepting the corrupt politicians,  avaracious bankers, corporate frauds, unscrupulous bureaucrats, unethical teachers and business men and many other tribes of this kind who want to be rich by hook or crook, the majority of the people are basically good and honest and want to lead a decent life amidst all chaos and complexity of life.invariably many belonging to this set have problems to confront day in and day out.

The tragedy of life is that there's a hidden or many times open fight or subtle confrontation between these two classes, the most corrupt and least good on the one hand and the rest of population living in truth and honesty, but struggling in their minimum materialistic pursuit, or academic goals or climbing their administrative ladders..in this broad context only the question who am I has a reevance .The life of a nation as also the life of an individual revolves around the opposing forces  operating between the good and the bad..

Having been a student of Economics for more than five  decades  I feel that many a time government and the criminalized segment of population in different walks of life  become problems as the  former develops sectional bias and the latter get soaked  in sensual and materialistic Ife with a royal culture of thousands cars, driven by unbridled greed, vaulting ambition  to capture power, enjoy higher position, not by ethical means .This is the classic case of Gresham's Law, a la the Bad drives Good from circulation.

Politics becomes a business,  a trading activity, a lucrative family concern and  money making madness  becomes a norm there.Business becomes a close ally of power seeking and corrupt politicians and this Nexus, the collusive oligopoly between them is on the rise and that explains the corporate frauds  not paying bank loans , evading taxes  and the government writing off huge amount of loans the wilful defaulters...This crony capitalism has done more havoc ...The ego centric journey of the microscopic minority always uttering I and My as vedic words and also  living in a world of illusions and delusion sans ethics and accountability, is the Bane of the society..

The economic governance of the country thus falls on the shoulder of the ordinary individuals and middle class and they swallow all the regressive and oppressive taxes..

The question who am I, is deliberated in a different sense and one has to ask oneself where he belongs to.If the affluent do not and will not contribute more in the form of taxes and the ordinary poor have  to shell out via the indirect tax of GST and the rise in the collection is seen as a positive sign of economy growing and the federal government plays politics in managing the devolution of that amount between the states and also distribution of the share in the most vindictive way,  it is time we paid more attention to the ethical and moral side of the so called regulators  not selectively with all dirty and filthy politics built into it.

The criminalized segment of the community will never rest content with a mountain of wealth that they have at a point of time  but  always on the  wheels to augment it , protect it by all possible means including the switch over to a political asylum where the law will hardly touch them.

This does not auger well for democracy.Those insane persons shedding crocodile years on the excesses of emergency as the dark spots must do introspection in themselves and grasp into the molecules of their brain to what extent the constitution and democracy have been molested and raped beyond repair and recognition.Let everyone ask who am I?

who am I ? ..part 1

Who am I? I am not sure whether it has been posted earlier.Today I stumbled upon these skeleton notes written when I was in De!hi long ago.Who am I is the significant spiritual question raise Ramana Maharshi and most of us are unable to delink our true intrinsic nature from our body and for many I and My dominate and ego centric journey' and an all encompassing pursuit of criminaised politicians have been causing havoc and his bcom problem rather than being a solution.

Who am I is also the  title of Jackie John movie.I saw the movie long ago and I can't recall anything.with ageing process I can't remember many things and his loss of memory is good and brain is decluttered...but some Economics will remain and given the compulsive environment I will  savour it at the very fundamentals.

I do have a sensitive and honest side and also a sensual and romantic side and also simultaneously yearning towards the meaning and purpose of this insipid life our barren existence.Gazing at the innumerable stars dancing in he sky, and also bountiful nature parading its beauty on earth, including the majestic mountains and pervading forests and the restless oceans and seas I have developed a child's curiosity and  unbridled enthusiasm to watch and hear from them.

R A Mundell a noble Lauret told at his young age : A date other a girl, a swim in the sea , a conversation with a genius and  a look at the sunset are all goods.They all provide satisfaction. Peace and blissful experience.Do we have time to internalize what Mundell ruminated? Do  we have time to enjoy all the simplest pleasures of life independent of digital technology, data mining and machine learning?Will artificial intelligence be a boon or Bane  for a healthy lifestyle and peaceful mind-set?

To be concluded

Towards understanding stock Market

Understanding the movement of prices in financial markets especially stock market and foreign exchange market is really a complex phenomenon.The asset prices are generally dependent on not only the present conditions but also  future developments.This means expected price in future influences today price..

From Burton Malkiel I have learnt that  fundamentally there are two approaches towards valuation in stock market.First one is understanding the true intrinsic value of the stock.ie there is something called anchor which holds the value around a particular level.This comes under the firm foundation theory.

If only one could guess and estimate te true intrinsic value ,any large deviations from it, upward or downward will cause selling and buying and  continued flow of information will push the value  towards its true value.This simply means all the available information today about its stock valuation and the future prospects will together define the value of a stock at a given time.

This is not to suggest that fundamentals dictate the stock market price. John Maynard Keynes the greatest economist of 20 the century , a financial wizard observed that invariably professional traders and investors largely go by intuition. Perception and crowd behaviour..iethey don't bother much about firm foundation theory and stock market resembles like gamblers den.

It is called as castle in the air theory.

We shalll talk more at a future date

Translation of Kamathupal 1

Who is this beautiful girl ?

An angel descended fom Heaven 

Or a forest dwelling colourful peacock ?

Oh she is wearing heavy earstud..ear ring

So this damsel is only human

Be that as it may,

I am bemused and blindfolded by her

And intoxicated and also tormented by 

her sight and infinite beauty

By Prof D Sambandhan

Like roulette wheel our fortunes fluctuate

A poem from old diary updated today

Sorry completely rewritten, with fresh

Energy and inspiration

As some one said, life is all about finding

The essential ingredients of happiness and peace

At the end of the day

Yes there is something to do,

Something to love, and 

Something to hope for

All through my life I have had something

To propel me to action, reading and writing

Like roulette wheel my fortunes have fluctuated.

With all scars in heart and wrinkles in mind

And many academic injuries despite more academic

honours and recognition on the stage

The debating platform,

I have waded through the slippery marital waters

And office politics filled academic corridors

How did I survive?

I didn't make any plans

No target, no goals and virtually nil ambitions

With God given command over language

And nonstop romance with fundamentals of

Macro and international finance  a la 

Tasting the victory of academic brilliance

And also facing all adversity,

I had the strength of character to survive

I was never worried about th fear of failure as 

I had been the admirer of my works which are unique

.In their own  way

When stupid heads at micro and macro level

Couldn't grasp the summer side of my academic

Contributions, I am sorry it's their fault and poverty

 of their knowledge

As  Mith Albom told,

All endings are also beginnings

We just don't know it at that time 

To Modi and company and anybody doing harm 

To fellow human and poor people,

Listen to Kirsten Dunst:

I have seen karma slap people in the face

You have to be good to people

It really does come around.

My dear friends

We shall not bother about ageing

Or age related depression or elation

We shall pay as little attention to it as possible

Like glass or weather life is fragile and unpredictable

But it is very very beautiful

We shall enjoy it with all suffering

Yes suffering is the spice of life

Is there any one in the cosmos to listen to voiceless people breathing for freedom and dignity

For long Sri Lankan Tamils and Palestinians population

Could not have a torch to pass through their dark

Passages and tormented path...

True there were few leaders with commitment 

And did negotiate the way and ruled for a while

But eventually could not deliver as the destiny

Did not favour them.

Neighbours were inimical and indifferent

The super power too did not bother as it was no longer

The world policeman and thebtwin towers attack

Redefined the meaning of terrorism and the cause of nationalism, Tamil nationalism was lost on the way

Worshipping Buddha but fomenting hatred the majority

Dominated and frustrated the freedom struggle

It was great that many were wading through

Real impossibilities and recurrent resistances

Couldn't alter the situation but only worsened it 

Oh Lord ,is there any one in the cosmos having the 

Indomitable courage and conviction, and an uncompromising attitude to restore the dignity on 

Tamil population there and also other minorities

Silently suffering all over the world

Hello Lord ! Are you listening?

All these unfortunate disadvantaged people  tossed 

and turned by hatred and vengeance 

Did practice patience and perseverance and endured

All the insults, injustice and injuries of time....

But the dominant leader and faithful warriors couldn't

take things to their logical destination

It was international politics and lack of diplomatic path

Which killed all the designs, all the passion which were

Fashioned out in minutest details to 

Attain the highest ideals , their home land 

Apparently impossible in reality given the changed

Geo political setting and not even visible in the 

Near or distant future.

Like a charming girl degenerating into sick and ailing lady

All the youthful dreams for home land faded and vanished

into thin air  once and for all.

That dreamland is now barren sick with dead bodies

And souls ,hovering over there

Like abandoned land like any other war torn zone 

When the globalised and globalising world cannot take 

Cognizance of the marginalized and fully deprived 

What is the use of talking interconnectedness,

Computer driven networked information flow and nonsense

Where is the conscience of global community and institutions

This was written long ago when the freedom struggle failed in the Tamil segments of Sri Lanka 

That country is experiencing the worst economic and political crisis proving the adage one who sows will reap..

(From my academic debris).

I was stunned by the stony silence.

It all happened on one day

Everything seemed to happen at that moment

Not consciously willed 

Perhaps the unconscious has acted like

A reflex action

But I was stunned by his stony silence then

And thereafter

Since then I have been undergoing a strange

Moment and also movement

A sense of disbelief prevailed

Was it God ordained? A welcome change 

For the long run emotional equilibrium or 

A troublesome maze of perpetual disequilibrium

Why I didn't notice the stony silence maintained 

for long... there's nothing new..karma works its way

I am bewildered, bemused by the happenings

Which should not be happening

They have changed me for the good

Killing the taste buds, enjoying hunger

Eliminating anger, cultivating silence 

Practicing patience, learning fasting and 

meditation, loosening the  grip on family bond 

Turn a new leaf ,detatched and be an observer

To live in sanity , Stability and quiet 

Turn to the creator and seek his grace ,buy sleep

Bury all dirts and filths  and pray for no birth.

The novelty of native or village wisdom

Old memories ambush me 

Random thoughts of her refused to recede

They ran amoke wild 

I silently cried ..got relief

An uncertain future flash through mind 

Is it  a new Berlin Wall, self made

A kind of killing self subjecting to slow death

An uneasy feeling is heavily breathing upon me 

A strange happening, least expected

Distance has become absolute

One day death will clean it like a rainy day

Learn the native wisdom of village folk

They are free from the distorting pretensions 

Of wealth, power and education driven stupidity

They don't ride on egoistic journey

A poem...will past remain as a false memory? No , it was not a lie or old story or a dream

The thing I had seen in you for ages and 

Centuries, I can see no more

Is it a curse or our heightened stupidity

Or a karmic effect, a kind of blessings for me 

To grow  and hence a blessing with all 

Built in suffering and inexplicable pain..

Was it a dream then, something that one could forget

it like a dream or a short story to be forgotten

No i can't believe it was a false perception or feeling

Nor is it ancient history or a lie ..yes past can't be

A false memory..

Look at the rainbow in the winter sky or on a rainy day,

The countless stars in the dark night

The lovely roses of different shades of colour

With beautiful thorns enveloping them and other plants

 too transmitting fragrance to attract the bees

And of course the tall mountains, deep oceans

They all have the freshness of the dew and retain

All the glory and legacy of nature.

Then how is it that and why is it that 

I can't see in you what I saw once, long ago

I do understand you as I have understood me 

Being connected genetically and intellectually

This drama has been enacted by the supreme 

He knows what's good for all of us 

Forget who is right and who is wrong

We must get out of the egoistic journey 

and start smiling at the absurdity and uncertainty 

Of life ,the fragile life like a glass window

Against which I had a head  on  collusion, the other day

I have less years to live by,

If my life span is destined to be long 

My only prayer is I must move without

Anyone's

Note this poem was  help and walk through life 

Towards death with smile on the face

At the appointed hour.

Yes my dear life is beautiful

Suffering is the spice of life

Luxurioous life is boring  and devoid of charm

You are always with me, like you were earlier

And you will be in distant future too and 

during after life too, for ever...

Note

This poem was written today morning

But while typing now the entire format has changed

The contours of the lines have fallen from somewhere

A request for the readers...we come here only once 

We shall not travel back through time ..let us live at each moment. Love and labour and remain happy with a smile on our lips always.

We shall not forget to laugh at our own stupidity and also at the shallow and crooked democracy of ours

When it comes to the transient nature of life, short-lived glory... individuals are no different from nations

I was one among the few who did clearly saw the impending fall of Thailand and collapse of its currency Baht in mid 1997.

But at that ime I was hardly aware that it would result in a far reaching broad sweep over the entire region and far beyond it..those experts who were not carried away by the exceptionalism of Asia felt vindicated and crony capitalism did the final mischief and Jewish conspiracy , the well crafted speculative attack came handy to molest their currencies given the central commonality of the problems of the  region

Despite a spate of devaluation by a larger percentage and hike in interest rate  markets could not be beaten and in the absence of any worthwhile international relief the recovery became a long drawn out process.

In the same vein it shall be said that individuals too get into the crisis in the life game .Eight from the start especially from the teenage everyone is in a race with all their dreams and goals .They rise and fall and learn from their mistakes and mistaken ambitious ventures.

They find their rhytham and get wages for their labour and a few of them atleast will be lucky to register their name and fame  and build financial fortunes

But eventually they too have to let the quest for glory to go.There are examples of people reaching top but couldn't avoid the life of frustration.

Glory is nice when it lasts but usually never lasts long.Eventually the success or failure depends upon the inherent dynamics of the actualization of potentials and their capacity to master the art of learning and growing.

Mine was a journey with little that is no ambition and divine intervention made me to evolve as a mad teacher with all passion and a sense of dedication and involvement in work.

I enjoyed that world of solitiude and company of students and loyalty to honesty and work ethics always lifted my spirits and despite setbacks and inimical work environment I survived .My feet were always implanted on the ground, measuring my steps and not compromising my values and dignity. 

We are all prisoners of habit and circumstances and destiny and therefore we are different every day

There are so many special things that I ought to be doing every day...but not knowing what it's . Even while I am fully aware of a host of things to be done  there's no zest to carry out and I find helpless and clueless.

For ages and centuries I have been indulging in an act of setting right many things before they go out of control..indeed I am afraid I am distanced from many things already and I am lost, like a child on the thousand mile journey in the middle.

I trust that all of us are not what we were yesterday.we cling to the past and derive some substitute gratification.

Then we do also realise that it is futile to be tied with the past and get conditioned by emotional demand of others.

But we crave for them from others, relations or firends

Many of the things happening around me should not be happening but I can't stop it as it is beyond my reach and my capabilities.

My academic greed or life expectations are bare minimum and following the dictum of Goethe, I would like to hear a little music , read a good poen, see a fine picture and if possible speak a few reasonable words..

My life is neither a success or failure..I have lived a full life tasting it's bitterness and sweetness.

I could feel the invisible hand of not Adamsmith but God many a time who really rescued me from all kinds of danger and evil.

I was destined to be a teacher and I did that job creditbly well to the satisfaction of my soul... There's nothing like success or failure.Each is an experience by itself..

There were long spells of academic distress but compensation came in the form of financial fortune and  later the roles were reversed.

I know before I get fused with mother earth I will be undergoing a great deal of transformation but the inner core will remain in tact without getting disturbed..It might be shaken a little bit but historically given genes and my instinct in trusting human having affection spontaneously for others and also enjoying being together will sail me through peacefully and gracefully..

Regardless of the phase of life I am entering into one thing is certain I will not lose faith in the supreme and karma..

I am just a puppet in the drama of life.

I will try my level best from the tone of the voice and the brightness of the smile on my black face  I will rveal that I am in good mood and good health no matter what I am undergoing at a given moment.

It is said that one should gradually mature in life and be like the tamarind fruit inside a shell existing but detached 

I can't leave all the desires for good food and I will moderate it by eating what I like  and alet the food fight it out inside.The same is the case with the accumulation of  my academic debris...I will try to delink and get rid of myself from worldly attachments even while I am in it.

More importantly I want to go out in my own way to be extremely friendly with fellow humans as I had been all along in my life .

Talking about weather and sex

Everybody talks about weather, but nobody even does anything about it.With sex from scientific point of  view it was the other way around.Everybody acts sexually, but nobody talks mch about it....

Is it an old saying..it is a sentence I have taken down from a novel, the title of which I do not remember.Torn between an undeniably sexual interest and a fear of acting out fantasies, she hardly dared to admit  to..... the sentence moves like this...

I want to tell a good saying: 

If you are without wife or a widower make it a point to submit all your sex impulses to work.That will not only save you from falling into dirt and filth but also bring the best in you

Coreecf me if I am wrong.This does not imply that given an opportunity and a sense of reciprocity with all civility and cultured behaviour you can act out and translate your sexual interest in the most uninhibited manner..while this is feasible in a typical western environment ,there are impediments for everyone to attain sexual sanity, stability and equilibrium...

Second time I watched the movie Kilometres and kilometres , a Malayalam movie which addresses this question in a more polite and polished way.....how love flowers between the US lady tourist and the debt ridden typical young fellow without income but having all the technical skills under the sun...

Like weather, sex is real and it's high time everone especially the young, living alone  for want of partners understood its relevance and they should have freedom to choose their partners crossing the borders of caste and religion if they happen to be barriers.

In the movie there is a healthy and dignified distance between the two and indeed the girl is selfish arrogant and does not hesitate to say that money is everything and relations are nothing...

There's a dramatic shift in their feelings for each other and the narrative is neat and clean..in real life falling in love like this will be a far cry but I can only wish that humans are not made to live single and  right permutation and combination must also exist and evolve like breathing in a typical sangam literature variety.

How Writing had coexisted along with my reading for teaching and it was a kind of therapy all through my life

Realising fully and forcefully the inexorable pressure of diminishing time ,writing was the only relief and prop to an uncertain and precarious future, says Anthony Burgess(1917-1953),who turned out prodigious output.Writing is not like reading or lecturing on the stage and it's far more difficult and everyone can't write as he reads or speaks.I am glad that I did write continually not just about economics but also jotted down my thoughts and express my feelings without any inhibition or  censorship.

In my academic journey The Hindu Business Line gave me the much needed space to express freely  about the contemporary national and international macroeconomic and monetary situation.Special mention must be made to Dr J Srinivasan of The Hindu group for his meticulous editing and his value addition made a sea of difference  in conveying the essentials.

Besides writing on crucial economic issues  I had cultivated  the habit of writing diary right from college days and they helped me to find solace, relief and blissful peace.

More particularly writing enabled me to give voice to my feelings and helped to increase my emotional regulations.

In the retirement period, in the absence of wife and also preferring to live alone in my thoughts, I understand the value of reading and writing and they make me

 comfortable even while being alone . There's no loneliness.

I have done more journaling and indulged in writing diaries without being aware that it was a kind of therapy  and I had the space to express myself freely.The old age also makes me to reflect more on life ...

I am changing for the better, leaving behind many bitter experiences, treating them as the manure for my growth

More importantly, I write the way I speak and I do not speak or write unless I am clear about the subject in question I am handling..

To this village boy the supreme has given a passion and some diligence to manage the academic side, to the rlative neglect of finance and family..By his grace that was taken care of through my sweet and responsible girl who was more sensible and intelligent than me..

Thinking and imagining about a girl through economic lense, ie via commonsense

A girl is like a river,clean gently flowing river

Life flows in her and glows

Without her presence as life partner

Life giving force there is neither life nor love

Like nature she is full of life love and grace 

She is like a beautiful rose with the thorn

Small wonder then she has both fragrance and

Her sense of autonomy and freedom of action

You can neither wound nor offend her finer sensibility

So there's opportunity cost in marrying and living

A lot of give and take, great deal of tolerance, patience and perseverance and real understanding that she is not

Commodity or thing  to play with and show custom driven

Arrogance  and dominance over female body as his territory at his will, unmindful of her likes and dislikes

While loving a girl or getting  trapped by arranged marriage

Kindly remember the cost benefit on the emotional quotient and lament thereafter:

 Not being able to do what we thought or

Not being able to think what we did

Getting an ideal partner is just like searching for 

Full moon on all days of the month,

The age old saying that in friendship ones patience

Sustains friendship between the two also holds good

Is more relevant on marital waters.

When one is momentarily insane the other muse excessive

Patience and exercise utmost restraint on tongue

And wait for a moment to laugh away the problem

Shedding ego and the one who initiates first to defuse the tension,

Invariably is the winner of the game and saviour of life game

Traditional rivers have gone dry or disappeared

And looted and raped by inhuman development

Native rose is no longer there

Divorce has become a catch word or phrase

Which crops up at the slightest excuse in hitech

Glass curtain economy

More than the  girl the boy has to invest time in 

Understanding the girl and provide freedom.

All said and done ,where is the girl for eligible bachelors

Real bachelors doing tapas for a girl with all prayers

Suddenly girls have become scarce and not reachable

By decent and honest means and caste barriers play

 The road block draining life of many youngsters..

Will rivers flow and traditional roses thrive and  give life

To the broader humanity

I repeat girl, like nature rejuvenates life force 

And help create a better world as articulated by

Sangam literature

A letter to my Motherland from Adelaide 1

My dear Motherland

It is my honour and privilege to write from a land  Australia a continental world within a world, where your children thrive and survive rendering work earning livelihood without the oppressive hand of bureaucracy and regulatory mechanisms.A beautiful country with incredible coastlines and hospitable people.

Unlike my parents and grandparents I was born in your womb when you were freed from British rule.You had become independent then and our first PM who built you from the scratch, and evolved as great statesman of international repute is now ridiculed by political upstarts and illiterate in economics not aware of  the nuances of devaluation or demonetization but having an inflated ego and misplaced arrogance to fool the people for long  by telling lies and cumulative lies.

When I type this letter Sri Lanka is burning in the wake of deep seated economic and political crisis and this is a lesson for any power mongering politician leading life with the escort of thousand cars, and virtually sapping the energy, sensibility and dignity of people by savage taxation and papering the rich and the corrupt..

Let me go to the text..

You are a vibrant nation, more young and more spiritual as compared to other nations in the world . Yes my dear, great mother land, union of States rich in diversity and different culture..while others are ageing you have a youthful population

In technical language of economics you have the favourable demographic dividend, meaning large youthful workforce which must help generate more output and employment and GDP must make a Quantum jump.In the language of Lawn Tennis it is advantage India..

Oh my dear are you in that position?Is the suggestion mooted in some circle,....go and sell pakoda will be a right way of exploitating your potential as if there's nothing in your bosom to raise fruitful jobs..

I can only remember Poet Bharathi and Pattukottai kalyanasundaram and lament how honesty is penalized and dishonesty is given bonus a la C N Annadurai.

To be continued.

concluding part of the piece....Is God playing a game of Dice?

That science article observed that Quantum mechanics  disturbed  many people by stating that all our conscious act would boil down to  nothing more than the consequence of chance.

Faced with this quandry, a kind of strange paradoxical situation one might well ask as Einstein did  what the hell in heaven's name  is going on  here anyway?

Things that happen more often are likely to be the things that have more ways of  happening. This simply means probability is as much a shaper of things as gravity.

Let me come to the concluding part of my notes:

Before Quantum mechanics came along Physicists from Newton's time onward held that the behaviour of planets and presumably of people is well could be calculated if only one had enough information.

But this neat and certain universe of Newton's made people little more cogs in the grand machine with little choice about their actions and no responsibility for the consequences.

This it posed problems,  disturbing questions for the behaviour in the notion of free will

Concluded

I remember to have read something about Stephen Hawking  T O E ie Theory of Everything

I will try to locate and read from the net if Tim permit or somebody could write in Facebook.

Is God playing a game of dice ?

Einstein told once: God does not play a game of dice with the universe.He may be subtle but is not malicious.

While commenting on science Newton says it is a body of natural laws and once they are properly understood events can be linked to their causes I a logical way.

But in contrast , he adds that in universe operating without Nature's guiding hand what happens next does not depend upon what went before.The orbits of the planets and the behaviour of people would have no more meaning in logic than the role of a roulette wheel.

From the article I read long ago I understand that atomic particles do not obey the Newtonian laws of cause and effect and they are governed by dictates of chance, nothing but the luck of the table.

Then comes Quantum Mechanics.It opines that if atoms or their components are controlled by what seems like whimsical probability, the behaviour of apples, planets, dice and everything else made up of atoms must be based on probability. Even perhaps human behaviour

To be continued...

These notes were unearthed a few days back and to people like me who are not well informed in science it might help and make them read further

If there's any flaw in the statement experts can point out

It was taken down many many years ago out of my curiosity about God playing a game of Dice?

what did Professor Samuelson s teacher say?

Once Samuelson s teacher said:The world has loved the farmer and hated the landlord and has hated the businessmen

When the businessmen do not adhere to social norms and do not obey the social rules of the game and tend to become exploitative they do not command any respect.

Market system which in essence symbolises the mixed economy will be ultimately judged  not by whether the brown or Black eyes of the businessmen are beautiful and whether his smile is beguiling but whether  the system delivers goods says the learner professor

All of us know that Market economy or system has an inherent discriminatory bias against the poor and in favour of the businessmen.

It has gained more momentum when the giant public sector units have failed to deliver faster and quicker  and drastic reversal has taken place in favour of private sector dominance

Now all of us know who is the major driver of big business and who is the prime mover of the drama.The people at large , especially those who are aware of Indian conditions that Market system might not be beautiful and it does work in varied mysterious ways  to the benefit of power brokers

The saddest part is the regulatory and protective wings of government have been supportive of the big business

And the government too does not have any sense of shame or guilt in behaving like a businessman a kind of thief in stealing money by hiking petroleum prices no matter whether the international price is soft or hard.

From the old academic debris of D Sam.

on Sexual politics and harassment and Male's mischief

I have already articulated my philosophical musing on sex, love and betrayal by men or women. Following is  from my old notes fused with some aspects of sexual politics as articulated in the columns of The Hindu long ago.Long ago in the month of January, year not known, there were series of letters on   sexual politics and harassment, triggered by one Ms Kavitha Rao who witnessed an inappropriate behaviour of a man at post office, who felt it appropriate to bare himself and rub against unsuspecting women in the queue.

Ms Rao says: she ,can't quite describe in words her initial outrage , her secondary disguest and her lingering sadness after this incident.

This provoked many letters.A few of the males added fuel to the fire by stating that female want total freedom which includes to go in the Wrong manner and so on and hence the feminist should not repeat the worn out accusition that man are treating women sex objects.

I noted down  in my diary at that time that there might be always inconsistencies and contradiction in portraying different viewpoints  regarding the sexuality issue.

The crude reality on the ground is that more than intelligence and  fine behaviour  on the part of girls in majority of the cases  their beauty strikes the opposite sex ,the male and if everything is within the limits of decency of appreciating at heart  it is ok ... no problem.

An equally important fact is that sexually attractive women do appear in advertisement and cinema and they are basically projected as commodities for sexual gratification.

Films are made to expose the anatomy of women as if it were  the discovery of America and glorify it.invariably with a few exceptions  ,in television advertisement women are featured  more sexually and treated as objects and commodities.

The sexually starved  and also mentally deranged ,insane male segment do mistakenly think that especially in a drunken state like a monkey that  women  can be grabbed and meshed at will.For many unmarried and unemployed people  or the sons of VIPs devilish and degrading lustful desire dominate  and overwhelm and these women provide continues titaliation and commercialized sexuality to them.

In an organised or lgalised sex or flesh market if everything is taking place for a fee  with all reciprocity no-one will question....But  the incidents quoted in post office or at  work place when the perception of women as a decorative pieces and they can be played with by showering some favours or promotion are  a matter of concern.

Small wonder then the commoditification of women and treating as as mere sexual objects is central to the ideology of male domination in most of the cases which actually made a cause for women's exclusion from the commanding heights of public space.