Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Arthashastra

 

Written in the 4th century BC in India, the ideas in the extensive political treatise "Arthasastra" eerily anticipate Machiavelli’s "The Prince" by almost 2,000 years. Despite its harsh philosophy of the "end justifying the means" and of privileging power and control, the book is remarkably clear about the need for an impartial system of justice and of the importance of education. 

“for in the absence of a magistrate (Dandadharabhave), the strong will swallow the weak; but under his protection, the weak resist the strong.” 

― Kautilya, The Arthashastra 

“Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth.”

― Kautilya, The Arthashastra

Prakash Shetty

 Was thinking about why Prakash Shetty touched me so much, and why I so fondly remember him. 

It was about the end of our first year, I got called by Kalyankar and Mr. Sharma, and they asked me why I was so disinterested and doing so poorly. I told them I could not put my heart into studies and was very bored. They made a “plan” for me. In that plan, they asked Anandappa to “help” me. 

A couple of days later Anandappa took his task seriously, and at the physiology lab decided to openly confront me about why I was not taking my work seriously. I showed irritation and pretty much appeared unhappy with his intrusive approach. Swarna in her own gentle way said “Maybe, he is is not using his potential…”. Anyway, Shetty appeared and saw me distraught. He calmed the situation. Next day he took me to coffee and spoke to me for over an hour. 

I really liked his approach. He tried to get to know me and asked what my interests were and why I was not motivated. I opened my bare chest to him. 

He then said “You are a very sensitive boy. You seem hurt. I am also seeing you want to be in a field that needs original thinking and is something different and not so rule-based. But you know training to be a doctor is very different from training to be a scientist. Try and focus on your studies as best as you can. But if being a scientist inspires you, come by and we can talk. I am always available. I live in the quarters and am also hostel warden. Don’t pick up fights with Dr. Anandappa. Don’t get hurt.” 

Almost 40 years later, Prakash, Anura, and I sat at the cafeteria at the research institute and discussed what it takes to train minds that are curious and into the science of medicine. 

When Shetty died, Anura and I exchanged a simple text: “A giant has fallen”. ‎

 




Monday, July 17, 2023

Reflections on "work-life balance"

 

As if one’s natural sloth is not enough, the absolute sloth of "vacation" beckons, although it just feels like slightly shifting gear from one vacation mode (very enjoyable work) to another mode (very enjoyable something else). 

I will be off until 5 August, travelling in the land of the Lapland, the Midnight Sun and the Northern Lights, and then onto a university town that has housed a place of great learning since 1096 AD. 

So, might you welcome not hearing from me or hearing from me less often?  Might you consider it rude or tardy if I don’t respond in time? 

It is fashionable to tout "work-life balance" as something that requires intentional separation of the compartments, or to place boundaries on work hours, or separation of weekdays from weekends, or a complete shut-down from work over holidays or during "vacation”. 

While I strongly enjoy leisure daily, as a part of daily living, and think I comfortably find that “work-life balance” in day-to-day life almost seamlessly, I for one reject any and every compartmentalization – which I believe violates the fundamental properties of any complex dynamic adaptive system – which is what defines the world and the universe we live in. 

I see life as multiple, almost infinite continuous variables, intersecting one another, and among them matters like work-family, work-leisure, work-vacation. 

So, I like to view all these as continuums, not as separate categories, and exercise my adaptive ability to shift gear from speed to slow in one dimension, while accelerating in another, but never stopping in any dimension altogether. 

A bit like wake-sleep cycles (where we don’t die when we sleep) or the systole-diastole cycle (where the heart does not go into asystole, and we don’t want it to) or any of numerous examples from complex systems. 

What all this means is that even while I am on vacation you will hear from me, but less often and my response may be much slower than when I am at work. That said, just like a sleeping animal preserves its adrenaline rush when required, should something emergent and urgent arise, I will find the way to kick into action from the slumbers of my slothful state – but sloth I will enjoy to the fullest. 

Wish you dynamism and peace always! 

Venkat

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

The future of globalization

 

(Written June 28, 2016)

 

The future of globalization

 

Brexit provoked a conversation on globalization, and my final position was as follows:

 

When it comes to globalization, I am uncharacteristically fatalistic!  The power, volume, and flow of information can no longer be controlled or contained, and whether it is good or bad (it is I think both good  and bad), globalization’s future is a relentless but a stuttered course forward.  

 

Self-interested systems that oppose it will lose their ability to oppose it and get weaker in the process. Do I think new self-interested systems will be more enlightened or more perfect?  No, not at all.  They too will be a  mixture of good  and bad, depending on context and perceived values.  Why would we want the blandness of a perfect or moral system? For one, it cannot exist or survive and secondly, life is imperfect and amoral – let us live it to the full with all its mixture.

 

Fast-forward modern globalization is here with us in our next journey as Sapiens!!  Where it will take us, I do not know nor want to know – but I am here to accept the  reality and the challenges, opportunities, dreams, and excitement that go with it.

 

Venkat

 

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Optimistic Nihilism

 

Frankly, I think all humans and inevitably the civilizations that they construct are based on some illusive combination of lofty ideas and terrible flaws and fallibilities, and societies go through cyclical and ephemeral periods of wonderful renaissance and horrible decline. There is neither permanence nor linearity nor clear cut difference between progress and regress – everything is contextual, and we invent narratives to suit our sanity or insanity. 

Optimistic Nihilism is the only sensible frame-work to live through this anthropocentric menace that we call “civilization”. For all our creativity, we (Homo Sapiens) are a destructive and domineering species that wreaks havoc on all life and on the planet. I am sure our (Homo Sapiens’) path to extinction will be paved with “good” intentions.

Venkat

PS: My friend, Shivani, commented:  "Well put. The optimism can fuel us while on this earth, and the nihilism can keep us grounded. 


Thursday, December 1, 2022

An afternoon in Oxford

 Enjoying my time visiting Sarayu at Oxford. She is in the midst of her essay, and asked I spend some hours by myself this afternoon. It turned out quite amazing. First, there are more book shops with each five minute walk in Oxford than with every five hours drive in Atlanta, and book shops are the ultimate refuge to any person lost in the whims of thought and exploration. One can spend hours in a book store and get into the minds of the writer and vicariously live in their worlds.

Beyond bookstores, Oxford has such a density of pubs, museums, colleges, old buildings, and history.  After spending an hour at a bookstore, delighted at the “Poetry corner”, I decided to search for the oldest pub in Oxford, and after some inquiring found “The Turtle” – only the second oldest pub and in existence since 1381. It is in the back of beyond, and a long walk through the cobbled streets into almost a cave-like location. It has an inviting entrance “Education in intoxication”!  Once discovered, is an anthropologist’s delight!  Sitting alone with half a pint of lager, one had only three options……stay to oneself, eavesdrop, or start conversations with strangers. The clientele was as diverse as Oxford itself.

My eavesdropping skills got me into the world of the young Oxford university students, diverse, and a group obviously majoring in Oxford’s reputed triple major in philosophy, political science, and economy. The conversation I overheard was incredible, diverse, beautifully logical, ranging from Plato’s “Republic” to Machiavelli’s “Prince” and also a smattering of Confucius, Sun Tzu, and Kautilya’s Arthashastra, and of course,  contemporary UK politics and Boris Johnson and Rishi Sunak.

While I admired this eloquence and thoughtfulness among the young, my ears also did not miss the rather rowdy and loud conversation in another table, occupied by older local non-university types. One stream of conversation made me realize how a section of old white male Brits is unhappy about their new prime minister. A guy ranted “Our nation is going down, imagine a fuckin Paki becoming our leader. His wife is supposed to be very rich, but she is obviously not shagging him enough” (ad verbatim) Then one of the woman on that table says “But you voted Tory” and this guy replies, “What choice did we have, this Paki shit or allowing Germans to take us over”. The woman persists “Rishi is not Paki, he is Indian-Brit”, and the guy goes “It does not matter, they are all the same”.

I turned left, and there was an Australian family, and I said hello to them, and this was a beautiful conversation. I learned about their roots seven generations ago, their forebears sent to Australia as convicts, and how the family is searching for true identity and empathizes with the Aborigines who have suffered colonization is ways more cruel than their own ancestors did. We ate a fabulous chocolate cake together, exchanged addresses and parted.

On the way back, I stopped at the Museum of Science, and this was a grand finale to a wonderful afternoon. The warden at the museum asks me my name and immediately tells me about “Venkat, the famous off spinner”, and takes me through four centuries of the progress of science, and we end up at the basement to read about Einstein, and as the museum closed at 5 PM, I leave promising to return tomorrow…………………and he has given me a quiz to guess his name……………..a five digit number, and his first name that of a Holocaust survivor. Above all, his parting remark, “science not religion, art not morality, humanity not tribalism” is our redemption…………………I look forward to seeing him again tomorrow.

 Venkat

Sunday, November 27, 2022

Thanksgiving reflections

 

An occasion to thank life for everything it has offered - the good, the bad, the ugly. The exhilarating highs and the spectacular lows. The great joys and the excruciating pains. The great successes and wonderful failures.  The ever-changing ephemeral nature of life, and the seeming illusion of temporary permanence. 

Above all, a big gratitude for the amazing journey of living, learning, and loving, and living, learning, and loving, over and over again. A life of living and lived experience, with the continuous nourishment of curiosity, compassion, and romance, active days and the deep slumber of night.   

The purpose of life is life itself, needs no other seeking of meaning, no prompts or crutches, where true joy is in the amazement of discovery and learning, to understand, to create, and to navigate complexity, and being agnostic to cause and consequence of every phenomena. 

It is but a mysterious game, this life, and we are but in the transience of our own carbon cycles. It is what we make it to be, and everything relies on our own ability (talent, intellect, emotions, spiritual), our own ability alone, to view all things with equanimity and grace, to appreciate the good and the bad, the joys and the pain, and to use our reason and thoughts to guide us to greater resilience and adaptiveness, without resort to regrets or to blame. 

The best part of life is living with the knowledge that when our moment arrives to exit, we can exit with joy knowing full well that we have given to our lives everything we have had to give, and have taken from it everything that there is to take. 

Never judging the deck of cards we were served with, neither gloating nor complaining, but holding ourselves to playing the best game possible with the cards we were and are served. Therein lies the ultimate experience, embracing all things being and nonbeing, with a spirit of freedom, curiosity, learning, adventure, and oneness - belonging to all and belonging to none at one and the same time.