so i wouldhave liked my first post about geneva to be about the snow, or the food, or the st bernards (but i have not seen any yet)
instead it is about an argument that consumed my saturday night. about quotas and reservations. though i had promised myself that after lsr i would stop having these.
it was a v long conversation with another indian girl, mediated by an excitable italian boy. who kept the conversation civil by interjecting when either of us got snippy.
it was about about caste, identity politics, reservation and education. i think economists should be put in reserved areas and not allowed to make policy decisions. they should do research and allow other people to decide how the world is run
it is impossible to convince someone who tihnks otherwise that the benefits of quotas and reservations outweigh negatives caused by the potential for misuse
and that saying that the govt 'should' do more by investing in education instead of having quotas is pointless as there are many things the govt should do but that having protective legislation makes the govt obliged to do some things.
increasing the number of things it has to do as opposed to making a wish list of shoulds.
which is really pointless as unless you are exceptionally placed the system is beyond repair for one or a group of 20,000 individuals
but economists live in a bubble. it is composed of the terms growth rate and development. and this is v problematic. they should be made to visit the real world. i dont understand why we keep studying the model of perfect competition. as we have all decided that it is never going to happen. we study not the perverions of the system; instead we keep thinking about what happens when it is perfect. it will never be perfect. it is pointless to keep thinking of what should happen.
but then perhaps it is no less utopian to imagine a less unfair world, than a perfect one.
it ended inconclusively.
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I have concluded that what they call "Growing up" is learning to settle more and more for less and less.
And I still maintain that statistics is a fraud science, used to justify all manner of nonsense. So is the perfection of ceteris paribus et al. I am sleepy and inarticulate, but I shall be as obstinate about this as all the mules in my b-school.
Welcome back.
xoxo
yes
data can say whatever you want it to say.
am struggling with stats again this week.
where will you be in jan?
In delhi. And Soup's coming back as well. And Bhuvi should be around for a while as well. This promises to be a good January. Are you going to come visit as well? Do say yes.
P.S. Word verification is mothbra. And I happen to be reading Watchmen. *snerk*
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