In 2021, I lost my grandmother, a favourite aunt, a favourite uncle, other dear ones -- all to covid. All living in different cities in India.
Saturday, 31 December 2022
New Year 2023
In 2021, I lost my grandmother, a favourite aunt, a favourite uncle, other dear ones -- all to covid. All living in different cities in India.
Wednesday, 7 December 2022
Paper
I could be worried about the job market. I would've been anxious about job outcomes if it weren't for perspective-altering events in my life this year.
All I really care about now is to make every paper I write as good as I can possibly make it. I am behind and I wish I had had time to polish my work before the semester began but, hey, you play the hand you're dealt and I am not complaining.
Every line that improves a paper represents a triumph. Ultimately, I came here to do a PhD. I want every one of my ten chapters to be really good by the time I graduate.
Tuesday, 25 October 2022
First Presentation Back
So I have a presentation today. In a parallel universe, with life being normal, I would have been anxious beyond reason. The big job market practice talk. Everything depends on it! As it stands now, I am just glad I can sit in my cube and read a book and write some slides. Funny how reference points change meaning.
Monday, 24 October 2022
I am back
I am back in New York. It's been ten months and I feel as if I've landed here for the first time. There's barely enough time to do things and almost certainly no time to do things right. I just hope to finish the PhD and get this degree. Everything else can be figured out in due course of time.
Don't get me wrong. I want to do REALLY well. But this is a throwback to the old Haaris style of working. There's no point thinking about anything. I hope I can enjoy my time here and I am quite certain I'll work hard. Circumstances are way too volatile to plan things out.
Sunday, 2 October 2022
Quote of the Week - XVI
Wednesday, 7 September 2022
One Step
Here I am. Fifty days after my father's passing. Still dazed. Still out of sorts. Afraid to step back in.
Till my father was unwell, there was but one aim: to do what I could to help him. Nothing else really mattered. Now that he's gone, I have to look around. I have to get back to normal life.
I don't feel up to it.
I just sent my first email announcing I am back.
What else could I do?
Tuesday, 8 February 2022
Quote of the Week - XV
Titan! to whose immortal eyesThe sufferings of mortality,Seen in their sad reality,Were not as things that gods despise;What was thy pity's recompense?A silent suffering, and intense;The rock, the vulture, and the chain;All that the proud can feel of pain;The agony they do not show;The suffocating sense of woe.
~ Byron
Middlemarch
A book review written a year after the book was read is not a review per se. I cannot bank on a spontaneous rush of thoughts. I no longer ha...