The Academic Roulette!
This is how one internet dictionary defines the term Russian Roulette : A stunt in which one spins the cylinder of a revolver loaded with only one bullet, aims the muzzle at one's head, and pulls the trigger. If you happen to be even vaguely associated with academic life, you might wish to participate some day in what I shall call here the Academic Roulette.
There are six players in this deadly war of wits, the Academic Roulette, each of them standing for some -ism or the other, and these can range from Buddhism to feminism to liberalism to ecologism to atheism to Marxism. Let us say that one of these players is a Marxist, but none of the other five are aware of her political beliefs, theories, and affiliations. We could say that all six academics are behind the Veil of Ignorance : nobody knows what the world-view of the person sitting next to her is. Now this Marxist is made to drink a cup of poison, and is given exactly 60 minutes to convince the other five that she is, in fact, a thoroughbred capitalist. If the other five believe that she has provided a reasonable vindication of capitalist theory and practice (irrespective of what they think she really is), she will be allowed to drink an antidote to the poison at the sixtieth minute : otherwise, she dies.
And the same goes for the rest. The Buddhist academic will have to convince the other five academics that she is, in fact, a Muslim; the atheist that she is a Greek Orthodox Christian; the feminist that she is a victim of domestic violence; the American libertarian that she is a follower of Chairman Mao Zedong; and, finally, the ecologist that she is a defender of Globalisation.
(I have added the bit about the poison only to 'spice up' this Roulette business. On a different note, however, I believe that it is extremely important for all human beings, whether or not they are inside the academy, to acquire the skills, intellectual, social and political, to become able to play this Academic Roulette. This is because quite often it is only by trying to present another person's view in her own words, trying to see her world through her own eyes, and trying to walk her mile in her own skin, that we may come a bit closer to understanding what she is really trying to say. This is not to say that we shall actually succeed in this endeavour, but that we may nevertheless wish to make the attempt.)
5 Comments:
At 14.1.05, Anonymous said…
That's a lovely alpana.
Wonder if it is a newly acquired custom.
Also wonder if the powder is pithaguri..
Friends, philosophers and countrywo/men,
eat drink and remarry..
oops sorry.
eat, drink and be merry (in moderation)
At 15.1.05, The Transparent Ironist said…
Or as I might say : Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we (just) might (be forced to) philosophise. For some, the latter option is, I suppose, more fearsome than death. Which is quite ironical when I remember what an Old Master called St Augustine declared : The only reason why human beings philosophise is because they want to be happy.
At 15.1.05, Anonymous said…
Difficult to imagine happy philosophers! St Augustine's happiness thesis kind of gets into contradicion with the act of philosophizing itself!
Back to the Bihu topic...what is Bihu, actually? What does it celebrate? Before saying my wishes... ;-) :-)
At 16.1.05, The Transparent Ironist said…
There are two versions of the history of Bihu. According to the 'received version' it is a harvest-time festival in some parts of North-eastern India when men and women celebrate after getting the corn into the barn. There is lots of eating, dancing and associated revelry around that time. According to the 'ironist version', however, it is all about a story that the men invented once upon a time in order to legitimise their authority over their women. The men wanted the womenfolk to reap the corn, pile it up, store it in the barn; and once that was done, to cook food and dance for them. Now, of course, they could not get all of this done voluntarily simply by shouting orders from on high. So they made a deal : if the womenfolk did all of that, they would allow the latter to take part in the festivities. After a few centuries, of course, the story about this deal was forgotten, and Bihu today is celebrated by all communities, all genders, and all classes.
At 4.2.05, Anonymous said…
Mi, What's the alpana doing in this post? Please post a picture from the deer hunter...
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