Care for some Conscientious Consumerism, Comrades?

In case anyone is wondering, the film festival on globalisation at the Alliance Française did this to me!
It was an eye-opener in many ways. We had always read about jeans and shoe manufacturers exploiting their workers in the Third World and enjoying immunity from any legal action by tactfully sub-contracting their operations. However, to see visuals of over a thousand women in Europe who had lost their jobs and of women in Turkey and Indonesia to whom the jobs had gone working in uncongenial conditions for a pittance was compelling. At least I now know which brands of clothes and footwear I am definitely going to avoid.
There were also several ecological issues that were raised. A documentary by the title Le Cauchemar de Darwin (Darwin's Nightmare) showed how a variety of fish that is a predator, was introduced in the biggest lake in Tanzania as part of a scientific experiment in the 1980s. This predator went on to completely destroy 210 species of other fish in the lake in a span of a few years. The predator was bred because there is a demand for that variety of fish in the European market. By the time when the documentary was shot (around 1998-99) the entire economy of the neighbouring villages and towns depended on catching this variety of fish and exporting the same to European countries. The irony is that the fish is too expensive to be purchased by Tanzanian nationals and even as the country was exporting over 500 tonnes of fish a day, it was on the brink of a famine. There's more to the story. The cargo planes that carried fish from Tanzanian ports allegedly brought with them arms to support the civil war in adjoining countries (Liberia, Sierra Leone to name a few). I found this particular story extremely perturbing as we were also shown shots portraying the extent of poverty and civil strife in the region.
These documentaries are somewhat dated but it would not be unreasonable to assume that things have not changed much towards the better considering the stories we read in the newspapers even today.
It is very likely that this is just the bouregois bohemian in me speaking. I say that because the fact that I support the causes projected in some of the documentaries that were screened does not mean that I am against all that globalisation stands for. Clearly, I am a beneficiary of the phenomenon what with a job in a multinational corporation that I am happy with. Nonetheless, I would certainly not like to cast my economic vote in favour of corporations that flout norms of corporate ethics. Neither would a lot of people I know. It probably takes concerned organisations and individuals such as those that made the documentaries I watched to care enough to highlight the injustice being inflicted.
The way I see it, all it takes is better information to avert a lot of such misdeeds being committed in future. We only need to be informed correctly about the ramifications of our economic decisions so that as economic agents, the choices we make do not end up as the cause for somebody else's woes.

Diwali Getaway: Coorg

It was "pristine" just as the travel brochures promised it would be. We were surrounded by more beauty than we could absorb!

A To-Do list for Podmoza

My friend Padmaja (Podmoza in our circles) has recently left for the US of A to study more Economics. As is usually the case, a lot of us had been making lists of all that we simply had to tell Podmoza ( Za here on) before she boarded that plane. We have managed to convey most of what we wanted to but what remains are some hopelessly inane tips and pointers that we are still bursting with. Suchitra and I decided that this blog would probably be an appropriate place to spill it all out. That way, anyone else who would like to add to this list can easily do so.
Za, this is for you from Such and me ( so you already know what to expect :D):
1. Develop an exotic accent to create an 'exotic foreigner' image. We don't want you to be associated with any 'typical Indian student in American University' image. No Za, no stereotypes for you! Do weird things like making the accent sound different at different times of the day.
2. Read whacky journal articles like the one that links the Wizard of Oz with events related to the Gold Standard and quote them somewhere in your discussions.
3. Do invent your own Theory of Everything. Ensure that you can answer questions on anything. ( We have an example of one such theory on Pimples which shall be e-mailed to you)
4. Silly questions deserve sillier answers. We do not think you will face too many of those but it would be wise to be prepared. Trace your links to some Indian royal family just in case the topic arises. If the topic does come up, tell the authorities that by your line's constitution, you refuse to pay for education.
5. This one's important- Rave about Bangy and MCC and the coffee and the Adigas vada sambhar and the CTR food!! Do your bit to save our city from getting stuck with the plain old Silicon Valley/ Electronic City image. Deliver a "Power of CTR Masala Dosa" lecture series to anyone who you think deserves to hear it.
There are a lot more tips coming your way Za. But we prefer to give our tips in small doses. Anyone else who has similar/dissimilar tips regarding Economics/ campus life/ Life/ anything at all to offer to Podmoza is welcome!
P.S- Za. we miss you man! Keep us updated on all that you find exciting in the Economics you learn!

A paperback and a window seat

Lord Emsworth leaves Blandings for London
And the engine chokes to life
A loud vile cry declares departure
And the bus heads westwards
From the window, familiar city landscapes
Fibre-glass towers and screaming billboards
Turn into fields of paddy and sugarcane
In Paris, Elise finds love.
The engine's humming lulls me to a dream-enriched sleep
That angry honks and high-beams shatter easily.
Arezki is arrested, Elise ridiculed.
Outside, a child in an over-sized shirt
That has safety-pins filling in for buttons chases hens.
A country is partitioned, an exodus follows
Men of steel watch madness make butchers of others
And I dream of angry assasins.
The highway is clear and the bus gains momentum,
Beyond the lake, lights from the suburban porches announce the destination's approach.
A pig turns dictator and I step out to Terra Firma and reality
From that manic trance of confused reality, fiction and dreams
That a paper-back and a window seat evoke.

The Brat Gang

Recently, I was at a family gathering in the outskirts of Bangalore where I got to meet some of my relatives I hadn't met in ages. I was returning home with some of them who are based in the US and had come to India for the summer holidays. It was a long journey home and there was this one young gentleman who took up the task of keeping me company solely upon his tender shoulders - five year old Sharat who was visiting India for the first time!

When I got into the car, he was wondering why I was coming along with him and his parents and like any good five year old, asked his parents the reason for the anomaly. His parents patiently explained that there was no cause for concern and that 'the girl' (moi) coming along with them was in fact, his sister(to keep things simple). 'I have a sister?!' he startled. After some convincing on the part of his parents, he swallowed the fact and after some deep thinking, decided that he would like to get to know me, his newly discovered sister, better. 'So how old is my sister?' he asked his father. His father told him that it would be a good idea to direct the question to the sister herself. On being quizzed, I asked him how old he thought I was. Now for what follows, let me just tell the people who do not know too many five year olds. Sharat knows all the numbers and he knows more than what a kid his age would typically know. It is just that at that age, kids do not correlate the concept of age and the numbers they have learnt together.One more detail to understand what follows - I'm 22.

Sharat decided to give the puzzle a try and asked me 'You are thirteen?' . 'Sharat, your sister has finshed college and is working now.' , his father said to help him arrive at the answer. 'And people go to college at 21,right?' the kid asked his father. 'Yes, so what comes after twenty one?' his father prompted. 'She's older than 21...' Sharat thought aloud and he turned to me and asked' so you are......41?'. When a kid as cute as Sharat is says something like that in all earnestness, it hard not to pinch his cheeks and give him a big hug. But I had to fight all such instincts as he was yet to fully validate the ties that give me the right to do all of that. Later on during the journey, he warmed up to the fact that he had a sister and seemed pleased about it too. He spoke to me about what he thought about India (which he first thought was a place in Bangalore and was corrected by his mother), the autorickshaws and the autorickshaw drivers, rockets, cars, helicopters, gravity (that was an exceptionally gripping discussion), music and all that he thought I was entitled to know about him by virtue of being his sister. That is one entertaining journey I will remember fondly.

On a related note, last week we had a surprise visit by a distinguished young guest - seven year old Murali. He had allegedly thrown a tantrum at home about wanting to talk to his 'Ranjini akka' (I'm called Ranjini at home and akka means didi). So, his father had to chauffer him to our home one evening. On asking Murali what it was that he wanted to talk to me about, he told me all about his school, the Wright brothers, the Arctic tern and him wanting to join the army. Murali also happens to be an excellent dancer and loves all sports, especially cricket. So he actually enacted an entire scene typically seen while watching any cricket match on TV , which is when there has been a run-out and an appeal is made to the third umpire and there are umpteen replays shown on our screens. Murali enacted the replays and showed how the batsman is shown to move back and forth across the crease and how the fielder is shown to toss the ball towards the stumps. The best part was that he was showing how all of this looks in a replay! As a finale, he even showed the bowler's disappointed reaction when the decision is a not-out. It was a spellbinding performance that day!

It is wonderful to get to know these little brats who are otherwise amongst others of their own kind and are always upto mischief in some unseen corner of the house. It is amazing how they can turn out to be great friends!

For Mumbai and Srinagar after 7/11....

A prayer that all the causes, issues and discontentment that lead to such flagrant acts of cruelty may one day be completely eliminated......

\chapter{Bangalore Again}

What does the title mean, you ask? Well, It means that I have finished my course in IGIDR, Mumbai and have come home to Bangalore and will be working here. It also means that I had been writing my thesis in LaTeX and sitting long hours in front of the computer has done some damage to my already modest literary skills and that explains the unimaginative title.

But this post is more about leaving Mumbai than about coming to Bangalore. That is not to say that I am not excited about being back in Bangy! I am absolutely delighted to be here! However, it is only now that I have begun to realise how much I will miss IGIDR and Mumbai.

Two years ago, around this time, I was wrtiting the IGIDR entrance exam and was very anxious to clear it. After attending the interview a little more than a month later (7th of July, 2004), I fell in love with the institute and would have given anything to be given a chance to study in IGIDR. Looking back now, at all that I have learnt in the two years that I was in the institute, I feel extremely fortunate for the opportunity I was granted. In terms of academics, all the Economics that I know (which isn't very much) is what I have learnt here. I owe a lot to my professors but shall not attempt to express my gratitude towards them on this blog- I will not be able to convey all that I feel. There is more that I have gained from this experience apart from some knowledge of Economics, a degree and a job. To be honest, I did not feel this way about the place from the beginning. I was depressed, lonely and cynical for nearly three out of four semesters. The fourth semester has proved to be an eye-opener.

I realised how much I enjoy the company of my friends here and how important they are to me. There was the usual pressure of assignments and tests this time too but somehow, it did not seem half as taxing as it did in the earlier semesters. If I have to sum it all up, it began to seem like this was just the right thing to happen. It is as if I had to go though it all - the pressure, the loneliness, the frustration, the thrills, the highs, the laughter, the feeling of belonging...since I got to learn a hell of a lot from all these experiences. Two years in IGIDR has proved to be enriching in many ways and for that, I have to thank my friends! Thank you for being the wonderful people you are! I shall treasure the memories of the time we spent together!

P.S: A thousand apologies for the hackneyed cliché but I really do mean it!

Oikos Nomikos

In a 1997 article titled " How did Economics get that way and what way did it get? ", Robert M. Solow concludes by saying:

" Oscar Wilde described a fox hunt as the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible. Perhaps here we have the overeducated in pursuit of the unknowable. But it sure beats the alternatives. "

The article describes how the study of Economics has evolved over the past few decades into its current model-centric form. It suggests that the shifting of the centre of gravity of research in Economics from Britain to the United States could be one possible explanation. It also involves interesting comparisons of Economics with other sciences, mainly Physics and Biology.

The process of learning Economics has served in showing how wide-spread and fascinating its applications are. It is almost seems like there is nothing that falls outside the scope of Economics, that the scope of this science that started out as the science of household management, is infinite!

Transmutation

Morphed in a flash,
Simplified, trimmed down and concised;
As an abridged pocket-sized chef d'oeuvre,
Dimensions lost
Comprehension gained.

Thank you for the music!

That's what I would like to say to the Kannada film industry! Now, that would appal anyone who's even remotely familiar with the kind of music that's being generated in Sandalwood (that's what the Kannada film industry is called)! But something that happened today helped me see things differently.
This evening, after dinner, I picked up a tape at random and played it. It happened to be a collection of songs I had recorded from the radio in Bangalore that I hadn't listened to for a long time now. One particular song in the tape changed my mood entirely. The song is called " Car Car" and is all about these marvellous locomotives that have changed our lives. The video alternatively features highways of the USA and the humble roads of namma Bengalooru(and this was shot when the fly-overs were being constructed- not a pretty sight at all!) during rush hour traffic. The chorus goes "Car car car car yelnodi car (2)"! The absolute meaninglessness of this song is what makes it endearing. Added to that is the fact that it is sung by some talented play-back singers. I enjoyed it so much that I actually felt refreshed after listening to it!
Every now and then, Bollywood tries hard to come up with crass, meaningless numbers- but on this one count, Sandalwood outsmarts its big brother in Mumbai. It is only in Kannada movies that we have songs like "Colour colour" and this other song, the chorus of which goes something like:
"Danger, 16 to 20 danger
20 to 30 hunter
30 to 40 soldier........"
No prizes for guessing what this song is all about. And I swear these are all real songs in real movies!
I do not know if these songs are written by lyricists (if they actually hire lyricists to write them) who have little kids at that crucial stage of childhood when their rate of absorption of new words into their vocabulary is at its peak. Perhaps, these songs are innovative tools devised by the smart lyricist-parents for feeding some important words of every Kannadiga's favourite language (viz.,angrezi) into their kids' long-term memory.
Regardless of the actual reasons behind the songs, I thank the persons behind them for making them. If these songs did not exist there would have been an implacable void in the universe!