Saturday, 23 November 2019

Quote of the Week - V

I segreti de' regi al folle volgo
ben commessi non sono

"It behoves not kings to confide their secrets to the foolish populace"

~ Torrismondo (according to Tasso)

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Saturday, 9 November 2019

Academics on Twitter

Twitter's been my refuge for 10 years. It has offered a rich mélange of information beaming in from the land of the ordinary as well as the exotic.

Which is why the whole idea of academics using Twitter to discuss research sucks. I should have anticipated different disciplines hijacking the medium to weigh on their research topics but as a happy kid exploring the expanses of the universe through an impersonal and non-reciprocating vehicle I feel cheated.

Twitter is my way of socializing. Of comfortably interacting with the world and keeping my distance. It is also so much more than the boring debates of any one discipline.

Must I move on to Mastodon?

Friday, 19 July 2019

Book review - The Third Pillar by Raghuram Rajan

Around the time of independence, Gandhiji and Babasaheb Ambedkar clashed over the kind of structure the new nation of India would possess. Gandhiji believed in what would today be called a version of localism as he wanted most of the powers of the state to be vested with villages with the federal government having minimal interference. Ambedkar, having lived a life full of discrimination and social exclusion, did not agree. He saw villages and local communities as regressive centers of oppressive customs and traditions, with a hierarchy meant to subjugate those at the bottom, and which would not give all Indians the freedom that they should deserve.

Fast forward to today. Raghuram Rajan writes a book that is part of the many, many...many books out there at the moment on (i) the ills plaguing (predominantly) the developed world; (ii) an analysis of the conflicts therein; finally, (iii) offering a set of solutions. As is unfortunately the case with all these books, written by very smart people, the analysis is often highly informative and enlightening but the solutions are impractical or hopelessly naive.

What comes out is a book that has an intriguing thesis - that there is a third oft ignored pillar of the community that can bolster the support systems that individuals need in a time of great turbulence, and which can more efficiently take decisions for the people living in their communities.

There is much to agree with the thesis. Rajan is a nuanced person. He does not think in terms of ideological manifestos. He does not, at least for the developed world, think Ambedkar was right, but he doesn't want us to push out the state and the market to the extent that Gandhiji would have wanted.

The book itself, though, leaves a lot to be desired. In a topic as complex as the one Rajan has picked - of analyzing the community's role and empowering it in specific ways - the big flaw that comes out, and I can't believe I am saying this, is that he chooses to look at most of these problems purely as an economist. Not always, I hasten to add, but almost everywhere of note. Therefore, the analysis (historical and current) is often based on incentives. Give the right incentive and communities will not be overly insular or discriminatory, even in subtle ways. This line of thinking is not persuasive not least because there exists a history of regressive community structures and bad equilibria where the community chooses to live in a manner that is hostile to all kinds of outsiders as well as interruptions to their way of life. Despite these decisions affecting those communities economically. Despite the state trying to interfere.

In addition, the solutions miss an important aspect of so much of populist anger in the world today (something that Rajan himself mentions earlier in the book). People are not convinced the world is fair. That there is justice out there. People will not feel better by rising in their local community boards or church groups as compensation for feeling excluded from those who are far wealthier than they can imagine themselves to be. The number of roles that the community is ostensibly supposed to support is huge. One cannot see how all these roles can be smoothly and uniformly fulfilled. If people feel that they cannot live in the same elite circles as the elite, or have their children study in the same public schools, or see a way up if they work hard enough, the communities will not be able to compensate for this kind of distrust and disgruntlement.

I think the book would have done better if it had a more practical view of how changes can be implemented. Who is going to make the change? How do you engender this change endogenously? Or at the very least, what's the sequencing of the many tweaks and modifications (admirably) analyzed and recommended. One would expect that changes to how fair the system is perceived has to come first, for example.

Finally, the book is far too long for what it wants to present. Part I has a hurried jaunt through history and is neither insightful nor coherent; there are far too many digressions. The point of the argument struggles to come across. Part II is the analysis of the current situation. This is where Rajan's immense scholarship in the field of finance, contract theory, policy making etc comes to the forefront. I learnt a lot from this section. Part III is the solutions part. Interestingly, I found the author's analysis of solutions for the market and the state to be highly thought provoking; the solutions for the community are vague and seem to be a rather long laundry list of possible steps that can be taken.

All in all, the thesis is interesting. Some parts are very good. And to be fair, it is probably the start of a debate on this topic. This is not Rajan's best book but then, we hold him to the highest standards of expectation.

Tuesday, 9 July 2019

Impossible

It was too good to last. The last few weeks I experienced a phase that could be appropriately described as a vacation. That is, if I hadn't been using that time to convalesce after fresh battle scars from the months gone past.

It had seemed I may have had a quiet summer after all.

Not anymore.

I am back to the hard grind. And I mean hard grind. I need to finish an important piece of work tonight. Can I complete it? I am not sure. Is my mind in the right place? Not at all. That generally means a night long journey battling the demons of genuine obstacles in the work, and the protesting brain that wants to eschew all the burden and declare freedom.

Intractable work coupled with an intransigent mind. A beautiful blend.

Back to work.

Monday, 10 June 2019

Quote of the Week - IV

I see a land devoid of the face of my beloved.
I see a meadow empty of the stature of that upright cypress.
That place where that beloved used to wander in the garden with friends
Is now the dwelling of the wolf and fox, the domain of wild asses and vultures.
- Muizzi

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Friday, 7 June 2019

Roland Garros 2019


I have been dreaming about seeing Roger Federer slide on a clay court for two years now. I’ve recognized the possible implication of seeing this beautiful event – it may be Roger’s way of saying good-bye forever. And so, the last few weeks have been nothing less than a celebration. Roger isn’t done yet. Roger wants to play on clay. Not only that, he’s playing a semi-final on the surface. Extraordinary. I cannot imagine any other player making a return after a hiatus as long as this without showing existential struggle in competing with the best.

Roger is really one of the greatest players on clay. My favorite match of him is the French Open semi-final against Novak Djokovic in 2011. Djokovic was on a hot streak and was threatening to complete a Grand Slam. Roger beat Novak with authority. Every Federer fan remembers him winning the last point there and walking towards the net with a swagger, waving his index finger in the air, “I am still Number One.” This match ended up having immense historical significance; Djokovic won all the other three Majors that year.

When Roger plays on clay he somehow manages to subsume the physical aspect of the surface under a pristine flawless exterior of smooth movement and fluid-like shot making. Watching him slide to a shot or seeing him execute a few more drop shots or seeing him use the extra bounce on the forehand to devastating precision…we are not worthy.

For reasons that are difficult to explicate I cannot watch the Federer-Nadal French Open match today. I cannot even follow it online – I have no internet. I can only reflect on this moment. Despite having no access to the match, I feel privileged to know that we can see another match between these greats at Roland Garros. I have written previously how I have always hoped to see Federer triumph on the red clay at Paris only to be left resigned to the absolute dominance of the Spaniard. It’s just a bad match-up.

Of course, I don’t expect Federer to win. I actually expect him to lose in straight sets. Anything more would be a bonus. Just don’t get bagel-ed, Roger.

We are truly lucky to be alive in this era.

Postscript: Phew.


Saturday, 25 May 2019

Quote of the Week - III

All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles
Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
There were dragonflies, spotted butterflies,
But best of all was the warm thick slobber
Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water
In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring
I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied
Specks to range on window sills at home,
On shelves at school, and wait and watch until
The fattening dots burst, into nimble
Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how
The daddy frog was called a bullfrog
And how he croaked and how the mammy frog
Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was
Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too
For they were yellow in the sun and brown
In rain.


Then one hot day when fields were rank
With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
To a coarse croaking that I had not heard
Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.
Right down the dam gross bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat
Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.
I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings
Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew
That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.
- Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney 

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Middlemarch

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