Will I qualify for the title of Academic Terrorist bestowed upon me long ago?

Life is a unprofitable episode that disturbs an otherwise blessed state of nonexistence:

Who said this?... Nietzsche or perhaps Schopenhauer

I am not sure,my memory is weak

Be that as it may,

In the interlude I would like to remain as an

Academic Rebel and be helpful to the downtrodden

by voicing their cumulative frustration with the 

Corrupt insensitive rulers for ages

The incompetent rulers who are not even worth

a plateful of cabbages

Being faithful to my profession and the world of 

Academics, the right ones who championed the 

Cause of the weak and the poor and 

helpful to all protest movements 

I will qualify for the title

Academic Terrorist on the campus.

Keynes and Marx, Thiruvalluvar and Thirumoolar

Will give  strength and purpose to my existence

And make my life meaningful....

(This was written on 15-5-2018, at 3 am...

At Adelaide I  again wrote about the woes and the heartbeat of 

Agitating farmers... today I am happy that their collective will has made the aggressive ruler to kneel down.A nonviolent struggle will have Focus and also purpose.

By quirk of fate I found out the old poem today)

Prof D Sambandhan

Corruption has been talked about more not to root it out, but to ride on power in the post truth world of today.

Like the inexorable process of globalization, the age old institution of prostitution,  the word corruption too has always merited attention , not to stampout the cult of deeply entrenched cancer of corruption but to talk about it sensationalise and dramaize it to capture power and undermine the opposition as if  the aspirant is pure gold and has nothing to do with it.The fact  of the matter is that the substantial segment of the society comprising of the administrative machinery judiciary, police and the rent seeking corporate companies.The newly launched electoral bonds with no transperancy and promising unfair advantage to the prospective winners has legaised corruption.

Corruption is not merely an abstract concept or moral or legal issue, but a hydra headed monster which has  threatened and demolished the very survival of the foundation of the democratic fibre of our society. While the nature, content and degree of corruption and unfair tade practices in politics which itself has emerged as prime business activity like real estate and the like  are more cancerous and toxic in countries like India ,it is something which is tolerable in matured advanced economies where for normal and legally permissible privilege one need not shell out money.

The famous Bush Language of US and Them,has entered into our political lañdscape now.The ruling party say X , could easily threaten the crooks and criminals to support it lest the Enforcement agencies would  make their life miserable.Those sectors where black money and black wealth generation are rampant meekly yield and submit to the establishment and also sing the glory of the government no matter how anti-people,  it's policies are.

Goverment indulgent towards corruption in high places are well known, but selective raids take place?

This means, politicians make more noise deploring corruption ,but allow the container lorries,filled with tonnes and tonnes of currency notes to disappear and vanish into thin air after detaing it fr a while.

Under any regime, the tendency to harass and sideline anri corruption crusaders is visible and the action of politicians belie their words.

Expectations of the tribe of politicians to root out  corruption is like asking for the Moon? The law seems to bend backyard to protect the guilty and greedy and reckless ly rich getting richer by evading taxes.

Unless honest men in public life, including the Bureaucracy emerge , the nation is doomed to degeñerate into chaos .,

When fence is eating the crop, and the creator takes time  by imagining, His law will take its own course like the slow price adjustments in classical macro model, we shall be spectators of the familiar drama enacted every five years.

Do I understand my importance and also my importance in my subject

Good work is not done by humble men.It is one of the first duties of a professor, for example in any subject, to exaggerate a little both the importance of the subject and  his own importance in it.A man who is always asking,

"If what I do worthwhile? andAm I am the right person to do it" ? will always be ineffective himself and discouragement to others.Je must shut his eyes a little and think a little more of his subject and himself than they deserve.

I exactly fit into this quote by G H Hardy and despite my sense of diffidence I have never questioned or underestimated my love and potential for my subject and my role in it, as  I am still in it at seventy plus.

To be honest my subject Economics has given me more than I deserve.

Post retirement wife's death, visit to Adelaide twice and post Adelaide stay at my home town I have remained active reading and writing .

It's not an exaggeration to say that I have captured the spirit of my Mahe stay, my first appointment as Assistant Professor and HOD, being a one man department.

The subject is making me hungry while it has adequately satisfied my hunger...

The pleasantest feeling is that the academic greed is refusing to die  and I pray that it will persist, albeit in modest doses, till I breathe last and help execute multiple projects I started long ago.

A few on line lectures are waiting in the wings and I hope God will enable me to fly with my academic wings in the arena of international finance..

(From my post Adelaide Pondicherry Diary)

The silent soliloquy on campus politics:The Trailer

For ages and centuries my autobiographical musing fused with fictional poetic prose , the project which began when I was gang-raped by illiterates in academic corridor has been in a state of suspended animation and I am now compiling the notes.

To remain silent when the heart is brimming over with protest because it is prudent; and to speak only when the moment seems opportune- that is not my way, a statement by some one adequately captures my spirit and soul.

The monograph under preparation is a collection of poems written under mild recession of mind to depict the predicament of simple barely politicised individuals with breathtaking concision and humanity.

Being disgusted with frustrating experience on the campus he decides to write a slew of poems before he meets the Director of enforcement at the destined hour.

It is a moving tale of humble lives lived under frugal life eating beans , caught up in the vortex of inimical social forces entrenched in academic backwardness in the pleasant company a stupid boss who can only utter paradigm like a parrot.

The protoganist confronts the chasm between the two warring groups and nobody desrved his love , he ruminate s.There is no neat narrative structure or any kind of sensational subtle or startling shift in story line, but only a wet sense of humour pervades all through to enjoy belly laughter.

He is surprisingly happy to note that while writing in English he experiences a kind of floating sensation of freedom and flexibility  which he normally  experiences in his native language Tamil...

How is it that the Bad drives away the good and foul becomes Fair

Looking around we see, there are many mean creatures

Soaked in dirt, filth, criminality and venality,and 

That their  scant intelligence and capabilities

bear no correlation with their high profile life,

enjoying the best of everything by all the 

Fradulent means under the sun and neatly

Networked relationship in politics and business.

How can you explain these special tribes flourishing

And getting all the riches and recognition,

Being catapulted to power, wealth and extraordinary heights in exalted offices,

A kind of From rags to riches story..

Does fortune favour the crooks and wicked ,

Breaking through the roof by karmic effects

Or manipulation of the lever of power

Oh God ,why is that the brutally honest and good

Endowed with intelligence and hard work get

Beaten mercilessly, deprived of all the 

Simplest pleasures of life ,

Luck not smiling on them,

Invisible forces not helping them

God is bewildered and bemused to answer this

Question, mother of all questions.

He says:

Sorry, honestly I do not know, my dear

They need to be researced seriously and 

Thoroughly investigated and also thought of.

Will it be a new beginning or and an ending: On Farmer's agitation

At long last the farmers could assemble

Mustering strength ,rolled up the gate and shouted

 To echo beyond the walls separating between

The people and the government.

People mills around the streets in important cities

But it was the capital city and the neighborhood

Which got frightend but pretended to ignore to

Redress their grievancs in a pandemic situation.

Under rain and sun they had protested

And many have lost their lives andnothing moved

The insensitive and irresponsible government?

. For the last  six month's the farmers have been on the roads in a state of protest and the State

Has remained passive spectator and indifferent actor.

They have been not fooled by empty slogans of doubling

Farmer's income and the merits of  corportization

Of agriculture.

Many rounds of talks, no reasoned response

When the crowd got increasingly restless and 

Frustratingly irritated,

A slect Few farmers  with all pain in their hearts

Deployed sense of humour

Swapping jokes about the clownish rulers and their

Inadequacy in governance.

In the face of arrogance and indifference

Farmer's spirit only went up and they got the support

From all over the globe

For nearly  six years  the country has been on the edge

Of chaos and lack of proper direction in steering th economy and of late in not forseeing the second wave of corana .

Pandemic situation was exploited for throttling democracy

And stoking the fire of hatred and channeling energy in fighting elections by manipulating the opposition..

Well informed, the affected and those afflicted with health issues, the artists and scientists, the elite and the good 

 See the true colours and make lies that envelop the all frame ,now bearded to look like Tagore?

The donkey has appeared as horse for  a  while 

And the vested interests and well crafted propaganda

Machine backed it up  .

Everyone feels the chaos the haeavy price that the country

Has paid for past few years , the lost years in terms of 

Life, livelihood ,death and destruction of informal economy

And small and medium industries....

Will there be a new beginning or is it the end of 

Our freedom and democracy?

Will there be any benovolent intervention from nature 

To collar the culprits and the corrupt criminals sweeping

Across the country enjoying free ride

Autumn was on song

After several weeks I moved away from my unit

And set out for a long walk, and 

drenched myself in the afternoon sun

The chill breeze was subduing the heat,

The body was craving for the warmth of the sun,

And the life force within me ,the real I

Was enchanted by the gentle chill breeze

The optimal chill-hot combine was

In between too little and too much

I was mesmerized by the Nature play.

The green leaves on the trees ,

Turning into golden brown,

Glittered under the sun.

The entire range of the long stretch of green grass

Which divided the two roads in between

Was under the full command of autumn, glowing.

The smell and sound of the grass clothed by

Both Sun and the wind ,hijacked me to an 

Another world of bliss,

Enriching my life force.

(My Adelaide Diary 2020)