This is the first ever post in this blog with the title of "Practice what you teach?" and yet I have added the "continued," in case you didn't notice it already ;)Just to let you know that there was another place where I did--a decade ago, in September 2004, I authored
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Every profession is a conspiracy against the laity
An old friend called after a couple of months. Somehow or the other, every conversation has at least one piece about how I live my life without a god or a religion to guide me.I explained that it is really, really simple, the way I see it. All I have to do is this: make sure that I do the right thing
Sometimes I simply want to stop reading anymore. I know it sounds strange. But there are moments when I wonder if my life would have been a lot better and more enjoyable if I didn't care to engage in random reading.Why?Because, I feel all the more that I don't know a damn thing. &nb
I might have rebelled--well, ok, I did rebel--against traditions as I transitioned into the teenage years. But, I was a good kid. Didn't get into trouble at all. If I were a teenager during the iPhone era--as in now--I would have had wonderful outlets for my teen angsts of a gazillion kind. I c
Relax, this post ain't about death! ;)The trigger for this post was simply an ending line in an essay that I read. It was in the Economist. One of the few magazines that I love to read, for the conte
Here in the blog, I write about a range of topics. It is nothing but a symptom of a problem that I have had throughout my life--while many classmates and friends identified whatever fascinated them and worked on that while excluding subjects and ideas that were of lesser interest to them,
If it is true that cooler heads will prevail, then, well, we are looking at one awesomely peaceful existence here in Oregon where summer and warm weather have become distant memories. The temperatures have dipped ten to twelve degrees below the normal for this time of the year. It is so cold that, as an ol
Hey, I didn't have to compose that kind of harsh sounding phrases for the title of this post--they happen to be how two commentaries were titled or promoted; though, of course, I second those without any hesitation at all ;)It seems like it has been forever that I have been complaining about the intellectual ona
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called t
George Orwell wonderfully phrased it when he wrote, "'To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle."If I ever needed a reminder, well, it was a lesson that was wasted on me today because there I was driving behind a vehicle in which the letters in the spare-tire cover read "Life is Good." No s
I had never, ever come across that idiom before today. "like a cumin seed in a camel's mouth." Interesting to imagine that!Even more fascinating was this: I was not the only one to whom that expression was new. Because, when I googled for it, the first in the search results was a question at qu
(The following was my op-ed that was published, with a different title, in the Statesman Journal)On Veterans Day, my practice has been to call or email a cou
Yes, that is the story of me as a faculty in the classroom.Come to think of it, that is the story of my life. I suppose if I were to ever write an autobiography (as if I have not shared enough of my life in this blog!) the title of that book will be "A Confident Idiot." Hey,
Last night was a wonderful moment in my teaching this term. The quality of responses from students to the question that I had assigned them was awesome. Thoughtful and to the point. It was one of those "By George, she's got it. By G
Not too long ago, it was common for the United States to loudly complain about human rights issues in other parts of the world--in the Soviet Union, China, Cuba, Iran, ... a long list of countries. Of course, the US had human rights issues within its own borders (and continues to have) and it also conveniently overloo
The other day, I went to Best Buy. I walked about in the store to look at some of the latest gizmos. From flashy refrigerators and laundry machines, to snazzy coffeemakers, to cameras big and small, to phones and tablets, all of them made me feel like everything I own dates back to the Flintstones. I worri
"The director of safety research at _____ also spoke at the session" the daughter said. I was curious. The daughter is in a field that has nothing to do with the corporation whose safety research director spoke at the event. Which is when I became yet another evidence for how curiosity killed t
I didn't expect a reply at all. And that too a quick one.The reply started with:Thank you for being so open and honest. You just answered a lot of questions.....not really with the answers one would hope for.Open and honest. I have lived long enough to know that "
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The Economist explains:ON NOVEMBER 2ND the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC), which represents mainstream scientific opinion, said that it was extremely likely that climate cha
A few years ago, when I decided that it was high time that I started preparing for a healthy sixth and seventh decade (and, gasp, more?) of my life, I went to a yoga class. It certainly felt weird with "om"
It is time for midterms. No, not that one in which the two parties will once again come together in order to choke the lives out of us regular people.I am referring to midterm exams in the academic quarter system in which I work. The students in my classes know all too well that
It was supposed to be the scariest evening of the year: Halloween.It was anything but. Treats everywhere.The air was cool and moist when I stepped out for my favorite walk by the favorite river. The sky was gloriously colorful.
The academic world is a strange place. Yes, that was an understatement. But, I am trying to be polite here ;)A couple of days ago, I was in my office, reading and writing as I always end up doing. After all, in
Growing up in a traditional Tamil Brahmin family, I easily gravitated to the classical music that was the cultural lifeblood in the immediate and extended families. A favorite of mine was a Bharatiyar poem set to music in the classical style, and the following lines when talented musicians would get into a jam se
The vegetable vendor is one of the many un-American experiences when visiting with the parents in the old country. Pushing his cart, he bellows the names of the vegetables he has to sell. He is so loud that sometimes I can hear him over the phone if I happen to call my parents at the time he is hawking his goods
He brought the hand-held mirror towards me. Even before he could raise it, I told him "it's ok. I'm sure it is fine.""Are you sure?" he asked with a smile."Am positive. Haven't had any reason to complain thus far" I replied.He put the mirror down on the counter. I
Consider the following:In 2010, transport accidents in the U.S. accounted for 38,000 deaths, with more than two-thirds of these fatalities occurring among men.Not merely in 2010, but every year we could expect more than 30,000 to die from transport accidents. Every year, we can expect m
One of the best lines ever from the political theatre that I have had the pleasure of watching after moving to the country was the one delivered by Ann Richards, when I was just about getting acquainted with the actors and their affiliations, by which I mean politicians and their parties:Poor George, ... h
It is not an every day happening when the New York Review of Books features a piece by an author with an Indian name. And that too a South Indian name. And, a Tamil name at that.