D.Sam @ 50-Part One

Today I must write

A few lines for myself

To anchor firmly on

Solid rock of stability

Health and academic progress

Most of us here

Honestly do not know

Why are we here?

What we are supposed to do?

One thing is certain

Many a time, we don’t know

What are we doing?

Most of the events taking place

Around us,are

Chaoitic, unpredictable and perplexing.

At fifty, life is so divided,

So uncertain, so worrisome.

That feelings of death

Have enveloped you,

In a more interesting way:

At times, you fear death

Lest the younger one will lose

Her best friend on Earth.

And many a time,

A fond desire crops up to die

Death must spontaneously come,

Kiss and embarace me in a

Peaceful way,

And not the likes of

Presentpeaceful killing.

All these eager imaginaations

Are only a false dream , I know.

At the turnof the

New milenium,

The U.S is booming

Svayed by the wave of new economy

A fascinating growth story indeed,

Faul of history and mystery

A rampant manifestation of

Market ideology and computer technology

All leading to saving of real time

In the sphere of producction and distrubution and retailing.

In the process of ageing

Your familiar boyish look

And appearance are waning fast

Cumulative emotional disturbances

Have registered their stamps

On your body and mind.

“tired of being tired”

You want to retire from

Active life.

It’s too early for that

You can’t just afford to retire

The show must go on. (February 22nd,2000)

My granddaughter would outsmart me

Yesterday was also a day

When I saw Akshaya,

In the full form, her academic prowess,

And playful acting skills and pranks

She has acquired all the genes effect

Bharathidasan preprimary play school environment

Has the added effect, a beneficient

Externality ofcourse

Transplanting her from another private school

The dense environoment, of concrete academic corridor

To the enchanting garden of Bharathidasan campus

Has made all the difference ,

In her talkative nature

And academic blent of mind

How can we ignore the role of a

Tution teacher in the town , a lady fond of Akshaya,

A kind of guru with a mother’s passion

To give her protective wings so as

To fly, to greater heights.

Will she evolve, outsmarting Shakthi and me ?

Yes she will ,she can, and she should. ( From My Dateless Dairy)

Macro Economics has distanced me, like my better half.

Paul Krugman’s piece has arrived

At a right time,

To rejuvenate my interest in Macroeconomics,

A branch which I embraced most.

Even at the formative years of teaching

Like my betterhalf who has

Developed a thousand and one resentment

Against me for the only mistake I have committed on Earth

That is ,to have loved her

Profusely, profoundly and more passionately

Macro too, has deserted me.

But here, the compassion is different

Difficult to understand

I did not have the environiment and also

Compulsion to read macroeconomics

At a very advanced level,

To my set of students

In my place of work.

Beter late than never,

To begin a fresh romance with my subject

Will not the providence force me

Propel me and goad me to action

To undertake the

State of the art running commentary on

Macroeconomics and a few others

For the lesser privileged people like me

I can, I will and I should. (From My Dateless Dairy)

I feel Vindicated in my infatuation with Keynes

Over a long time, for the last four decades

I feel vindicated, and amply rewarded,

Greatly honored by the Lord,of Universe

My admiration for Keynes,

My measured aggression in

Glorifying Keynesian economics,

When mainstream macro and monetary economics

Was led by Lucas and company

Discreditinig Keynesians , calling them as tellers of fairy tales

Treating it as a matter of

No consequence or significance in policy domain

Classroom on both theoretical and practical planes,

As if it is devoid of all substance and content

Like an illiterate devotee,

Getting blessed by the Lord

For his hard work and good behavior,

Or an affectionate mother handled well by her Son

All my ignorance in econometrics and quantitative tools

And my critical inability to handle

Mathematically, by sheer lack of training,

Have all proved to be a great

Blessing in disguise,

For not getting infected/ affected

By economics rooted in mathematics/Rational expectation scholars.

(From My Dateless Dairy)

An Objective self Assessment (Subjectively?)

Will yesterday’s outburst ( 9.9.2009) be

The last in the act of

My series of

Stupidities and misplaced anger and despair;

I can only pray, to the supreme sleeping in heavens

9.9.2009 will inject more serenity,

Harmony and orderliness, and

Some minimum peace in all

My veins, cells, atomic particles,

All craving for a semblance of peace, and quiet

Two hours of teaching were extremely

Satisfying, refreshing, and more rejuvenating but also more tiring

I know I must moderate ,

My speed in delivery and passion in my subject

I hope, the physical limitations

Will eventually draw limits to my boyish

Feverish and savage enthusiasm

In teaching my subject

While tasting Paul Krugman’s flavor and rigor.

Paul Krugman’s September first week paper,

A Newyork Times Treasure,

Which I will cherish for ever

Is a very great timely reminder ,and

A great moral boaster,

For all the tapas, meditation,

I have practices at a very very early stages of academic life

Operating at a modest muandane level, in a non mathematical way

Assimilating my love, and infatuation with Keynes. (From My Dateless Dairy)