The last posting generated interesting discussion, and so I thought it to be worthwhile to explore the topic further. To do so, let me throw out three examples of situations in which choice needs to be made on whether to buy/experience something “authentic” or an imitation.
Think about a name brand purse…you know Gucci, Prada, or whatever (I am not an expert on the topic). The objective in purchasing is very clear; to tell the world that you are well-off and can afford such an insanely priced luxury. If an imitation is as good as the real thing---capturing all its characteristics---a rational person (a rational show-off) will prefer it above the real thing. Only a die-hard purist (an ultra show-off?) will insist on owning the authentic thing and perhaps figure out a way to indicate it is the real thing (“oh, you know, my husband is so silly, he bought me this…”) because most people will not appreciate that fact otherwise.
Now let us turn to a diamond necklace. The objective is probably two-folds…look good wearing it and show off your wealth. The current fake stuff achieves both these pretty well. Once, one of our relatives tried to figure out if my wife was wearing real or fake diamonds by coming uncomfortably close to examine them….if she could not tell, nor can mere mortals like you or me. So, why would a rational person purchase the real thing?
The third example is that of travel. People travel for multiple objectives---to see, hear, smell, meet, experience, and so on. You can’t achieve all these objectives by visiting a fake place or through virtual reality. But suppose, suppose, in the future one is able to do all that without going to the real place, will most people take the plunge? My hypothesis is yes. If I am able to achieve all my objectives for travel without traveling, I will not travel. As one of our friends (another travel addict) said---why would I suffer through air travel, and such if I don’t have to?
So, if you can achieve your objectives, even if it includes showing off, by purchasing a non-authentic thing, a rational person would do so. The implication…. authenticity will be come a thing of the past!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Authentic
Why do we value authenticity and what really is “authentic”? I really don’t have answers to these questions and the purpose of this posting is to see what others have to say about these interesting questions.
First---the value we put on authenticity. Let me cite an example.
The other day, I was looking at the images of a fake Piazza of San Marco (the central part of Venice) created in Macau. It was in a TV program, on one of the travel channels. It looked quite real, with buildings that resemble those in the real thing.
Now, most of us would much rather go to the real Piazza in Venice than the fake one in Macau—or for that matter the one in Las Vegas, even though they all look somewhat similar.
Why would we insist on going to the real thing, when it is much more expensive and time consuming, not to mention inconvenient, as compared to an imitation? Now if your answer is---because these imitations look fake and the experience is not all that realistic. OK, then would our behavior be the same when technology is able to provide completely realistic experience of such a visit without leaving our chair? Would we still prefer to go do the real thing?
Is our snobbery at work here or is there something else?
That brings me to the next question…that of what is authentic or real?
Is today’s Venice (the real one) really real? I don’t think today’s Venice, with its hoards of tourists and streets filled with expensive shops---no different than those found in most other large cities---resembles “real” Venice of our imagination. In that case, wouldn’t a virtual reality tour of real Venice be more real than visiting actual Venice?
First---the value we put on authenticity. Let me cite an example.
The other day, I was looking at the images of a fake Piazza of San Marco (the central part of Venice) created in Macau. It was in a TV program, on one of the travel channels. It looked quite real, with buildings that resemble those in the real thing.
Now, most of us would much rather go to the real Piazza in Venice than the fake one in Macau—or for that matter the one in Las Vegas, even though they all look somewhat similar.
Why would we insist on going to the real thing, when it is much more expensive and time consuming, not to mention inconvenient, as compared to an imitation? Now if your answer is---because these imitations look fake and the experience is not all that realistic. OK, then would our behavior be the same when technology is able to provide completely realistic experience of such a visit without leaving our chair? Would we still prefer to go do the real thing?
Is our snobbery at work here or is there something else?
That brings me to the next question…that of what is authentic or real?
Is today’s Venice (the real one) really real? I don’t think today’s Venice, with its hoards of tourists and streets filled with expensive shops---no different than those found in most other large cities---resembles “real” Venice of our imagination. In that case, wouldn’t a virtual reality tour of real Venice be more real than visiting actual Venice?
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Different Types of Conversations
A ping pong match
You, “I spent the weekend suffering through allergies.” (ping)
The Opponent, “I suffered through much worse allergy.” (pong)
“I took Sudafed, and it really helped.” (ping)
“Nothing helped me.” (pong)
“I generally don’t fall sick.” (ping)
“I am always sick.” (smash!)
Next game
You, “Before falling sick, we spent a nice week in Berkshires.” (ping)
The Opponent, “We spent a great weekend in Paris” (pong)
….
….
A Spanish Inquisition
The Inquisitor, “Where did you go this summer?”
You, “Oh, we went to Europe.”
“Why did you go to Europe?”
“Well, the dollar was high, and besides….”
“How much did you have to pay per Euro?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Why don’t you remember?”
“OK, may be it was $1.45 per Euro.”
“Don’t you think it was too much?”
“Well it is hard for me to judge…”
Next inquisition
The Inquisitor, “OK moving on, how is your work going?
…..
…..
A communist debate
(So named by me in honor of the communist response in the United Nations Security Council to any proposal from the west during the cold war…their answer was always “Nyet!” I am sure the same could be said about the Western answers when seen from the other side.)
You, “So I think that the Indians could be as materialistic as the Western people.”
The Communist, “Nyet, there is a long tradition of leaving simply.”
“Yes but I am making an observation about the current state of affairs.”
“Nyet, you are accusing people of Indian origin.”
“I am not doing so, but don’t you agree that the large mansion that Ambani is building is naked exhibition of materialism?”
“Nyet, yes”
Next debate
You, “OK, moving on, isn’t it a nice day?”
The Communist, “Nyet, it is going to rain.”
….
…..
Productive Conversation
You, “So these are three of many types of conversations we have.”
The conversationalist, “A very interesting observation. I can immediately think of a fourth type.”
“What type is that?”
“It is called productive conversation. It involves listening to what the other person is saying, thinking about what was said, and then responding. The point here is to not to think of the other party as an opponent and the reason for conversation as an opportunity to score a victory.”
“Sounds like a good type of conversation…why is it called productive conversation?”
“You build upon each others thoughts; you give and take, and learn from each other.”
“The conversation then becomes a much more enjoyable activity.”
“Precisely.”
“Can you tell me an example?”
“What do you think we were doing just now?”
October 2009
You, “I spent the weekend suffering through allergies.” (ping)
The Opponent, “I suffered through much worse allergy.” (pong)
“I took Sudafed, and it really helped.” (ping)
“Nothing helped me.” (pong)
“I generally don’t fall sick.” (ping)
“I am always sick.” (smash!)
Next game
You, “Before falling sick, we spent a nice week in Berkshires.” (ping)
The Opponent, “We spent a great weekend in Paris” (pong)
….
….
A Spanish Inquisition
The Inquisitor, “Where did you go this summer?”
You, “Oh, we went to Europe.”
“Why did you go to Europe?”
“Well, the dollar was high, and besides….”
“How much did you have to pay per Euro?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Why don’t you remember?”
“OK, may be it was $1.45 per Euro.”
“Don’t you think it was too much?”
“Well it is hard for me to judge…”
Next inquisition
The Inquisitor, “OK moving on, how is your work going?
…..
…..
A communist debate
(So named by me in honor of the communist response in the United Nations Security Council to any proposal from the west during the cold war…their answer was always “Nyet!” I am sure the same could be said about the Western answers when seen from the other side.)
You, “So I think that the Indians could be as materialistic as the Western people.”
The Communist, “Nyet, there is a long tradition of leaving simply.”
“Yes but I am making an observation about the current state of affairs.”
“Nyet, you are accusing people of Indian origin.”
“I am not doing so, but don’t you agree that the large mansion that Ambani is building is naked exhibition of materialism?”
“Nyet, yes”
Next debate
You, “OK, moving on, isn’t it a nice day?”
The Communist, “Nyet, it is going to rain.”
….
…..
Productive Conversation
You, “So these are three of many types of conversations we have.”
The conversationalist, “A very interesting observation. I can immediately think of a fourth type.”
“What type is that?”
“It is called productive conversation. It involves listening to what the other person is saying, thinking about what was said, and then responding. The point here is to not to think of the other party as an opponent and the reason for conversation as an opportunity to score a victory.”
“Sounds like a good type of conversation…why is it called productive conversation?”
“You build upon each others thoughts; you give and take, and learn from each other.”
“The conversation then becomes a much more enjoyable activity.”
“Precisely.”
“Can you tell me an example?”
“What do you think we were doing just now?”
October 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Racial Profiling
The recent incidence in Cambridge, MA, involving professor Gates, who is black, and Cambridge Police brought to the forefront the issue of racial profiling. The hotly debated point was whether Gates was treated differently than a white person would have been under the circumstances. After all, that is what racial profiling means.
In many situations, it is difficult to figure out if racial profiling did take place. This being one of them, unless you have proof that policeman had treated a white person differently under similar circumstances. Hence the uproar and differing views on whether professor Gates had a valid point.
There are other situations where it is clear that racial profiling did not take place and it is all in the mind of the person claiming that it did.
I am reminded of an incidence in Heathrow Airport, where a person of South Asian origin was screaming at the woman at a security check. The reason? He wanted to get into a short line reserved for Business Class passengers, and he was flying coach. At one point he got so angry that he told his kid that, “don’t go near them….they will fry you because of your skin color.” The security guard maintained her composure but I felt like kicking him for his imagined sense of profiling, not to mention his shameful behavior.
Finally, there are situations where there is little doubt that racial profiling did take place and I can say that from personal experience.
Once we were driving from San Diego to Los Angeles and we had to drive through Camp Pendleton. A guard was standing in the middle of the road allowing cars to go by. Among the stream of cars allowed to go by, he spotted us and pulled us aside for further investigation. We all felt humiliated and angry for being so overtly profiled.
The other incidence (or a set of incidences) was recently while on train crossing various borders in Europe. At each crossing, our passports were carefully examined, sometimes with a magnifying glass. Our data were entered on laptop and also verbally transmitted to some headquarters. Again, we felt that we were being clearly profiled.
However, there was a reason in both cases for the guards treating us differently.
The purpose for Camp Pendleton check point was to catch illegal immigrants from Mexico, and I looked like a Mexican. In the second situation, the reason for profiling was perhaps our son who, with his beard and piercing eyes, would be completely at home in a Taliban majlis.
If these guards are asked to find a needle in the haystack, would they examine objects that look like needle or those that resemble hay?
So, my fellow persons of color, think about what happened and why did it happen before you jump to a conclusion that you were wronged by a white person.
September 2009
In many situations, it is difficult to figure out if racial profiling did take place. This being one of them, unless you have proof that policeman had treated a white person differently under similar circumstances. Hence the uproar and differing views on whether professor Gates had a valid point.
There are other situations where it is clear that racial profiling did not take place and it is all in the mind of the person claiming that it did.
I am reminded of an incidence in Heathrow Airport, where a person of South Asian origin was screaming at the woman at a security check. The reason? He wanted to get into a short line reserved for Business Class passengers, and he was flying coach. At one point he got so angry that he told his kid that, “don’t go near them….they will fry you because of your skin color.” The security guard maintained her composure but I felt like kicking him for his imagined sense of profiling, not to mention his shameful behavior.
Finally, there are situations where there is little doubt that racial profiling did take place and I can say that from personal experience.
Once we were driving from San Diego to Los Angeles and we had to drive through Camp Pendleton. A guard was standing in the middle of the road allowing cars to go by. Among the stream of cars allowed to go by, he spotted us and pulled us aside for further investigation. We all felt humiliated and angry for being so overtly profiled.
The other incidence (or a set of incidences) was recently while on train crossing various borders in Europe. At each crossing, our passports were carefully examined, sometimes with a magnifying glass. Our data were entered on laptop and also verbally transmitted to some headquarters. Again, we felt that we were being clearly profiled.
However, there was a reason in both cases for the guards treating us differently.
The purpose for Camp Pendleton check point was to catch illegal immigrants from Mexico, and I looked like a Mexican. In the second situation, the reason for profiling was perhaps our son who, with his beard and piercing eyes, would be completely at home in a Taliban majlis.
If these guards are asked to find a needle in the haystack, would they examine objects that look like needle or those that resemble hay?
So, my fellow persons of color, think about what happened and why did it happen before you jump to a conclusion that you were wronged by a white person.
September 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Lessons from six decades
In a few days I will finish six decades of existence. Like the other “milestone” birthdays, this event provides a good opportunity to reflect on what these years have taught me. Of course, it is quite difficult to put all the lessons learned in a neat and short Blog-post, but here is my brave attempt at identifying six-most important ones. As you would observe they are all interrelated, building on each other, and I have discussed a couple of them in earlier posts.
Make physical fitness an integral part of your life: This is an important one because doing so may or may not increase how long you live (you can still have a bus run over you) but it definitely increases the quality of your life. You can not only do more activities later in your life, but enjoy each one better. Growing up in a country like India, where becoming smarter was emphasized far more than becoming stronger, this was a difficult leap to make. Fortunately, I had some role models---people who are not only wiser than me but stronger.
Emphasize collecting experiences more than collecting wealth: I firmly believe that when my time comes, I would feel a lot more satisfaction in having had great experience in my life than the size of my bank balance. These experiences include seeing different places, doing different things, and meeting different people. As Thoreau said “…when I come to die, (I should not) discover that I had not lived.” The lesson? Live!
Take joy in small things: There are big experiences and there are the small ones. The big experiences are few and far between but the small ones are plenty. A glass of wine, a cup of coffee, a book, a hike, an evening with friends. Unless we learn to enjoy the small experiences, we won’t get the full benefit of what life has to offer. One needs to be able to take joy in doing the same thing day in and day out, because, let’s face it, even for the most fortunate amongst us, that is what the life is about. Can you see the same object with fresh eyes? Find new nuances in the same piece of music?
Learn to ride the two “horses”: As per one of my previous posts, we need to do the best we can AND be happy with what we have. We need to work hard to achieve our goals in life, but at some point, we need to switch horse and enjoy what we have without being envious of people who have more or regretting what we have not been able to achieve.
Don’t live for others: I am defining “living for others” as aspects of our lives that are driven by our desire to impress. If we remove those, there will be little material impact but we will be able to devote a lot more time (and money) to doing things we truly enjoy.
Live for others: Switching to the more conventional definition of “living for others,” people who are able to do that have found true joy in their lives. This is perhaps the most important lesson, something I hope to put in practice in the next few years!
Make physical fitness an integral part of your life: This is an important one because doing so may or may not increase how long you live (you can still have a bus run over you) but it definitely increases the quality of your life. You can not only do more activities later in your life, but enjoy each one better. Growing up in a country like India, where becoming smarter was emphasized far more than becoming stronger, this was a difficult leap to make. Fortunately, I had some role models---people who are not only wiser than me but stronger.
Emphasize collecting experiences more than collecting wealth: I firmly believe that when my time comes, I would feel a lot more satisfaction in having had great experience in my life than the size of my bank balance. These experiences include seeing different places, doing different things, and meeting different people. As Thoreau said “…when I come to die, (I should not) discover that I had not lived.” The lesson? Live!
Take joy in small things: There are big experiences and there are the small ones. The big experiences are few and far between but the small ones are plenty. A glass of wine, a cup of coffee, a book, a hike, an evening with friends. Unless we learn to enjoy the small experiences, we won’t get the full benefit of what life has to offer. One needs to be able to take joy in doing the same thing day in and day out, because, let’s face it, even for the most fortunate amongst us, that is what the life is about. Can you see the same object with fresh eyes? Find new nuances in the same piece of music?
Learn to ride the two “horses”: As per one of my previous posts, we need to do the best we can AND be happy with what we have. We need to work hard to achieve our goals in life, but at some point, we need to switch horse and enjoy what we have without being envious of people who have more or regretting what we have not been able to achieve.
Don’t live for others: I am defining “living for others” as aspects of our lives that are driven by our desire to impress. If we remove those, there will be little material impact but we will be able to devote a lot more time (and money) to doing things we truly enjoy.
Live for others: Switching to the more conventional definition of “living for others,” people who are able to do that have found true joy in their lives. This is perhaps the most important lesson, something I hope to put in practice in the next few years!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Pedaling away...
Yesterday we had a beautiful morning. Yes it was a bit damp and the rain clouds were threatening to open up any moment, but everything looked green and fresh. It was a typical mid-summer day in New England.
I went biking.
I started from our home in Acton, biked to Concord Center, and then to the Carlisle State Park and back. As I was pedaling away, I was thinking about why I have started enjoying this activity so much that I am prepared to get up early, get all sweaty, and tired; and feel good about it at the end.
This is the answer that I got.
Biking starts from home. I do not need to go to a special place. Just get on the bike and start pedaling.
The destination is predictable. It is back home. I am not going anywhere in particular.
It is the journey that matters in biking. How you enjoy it is the only thing that counts.
I have started enjoying the journey. I like what I see and experience. I enjoy the majesty of tall spruces and firs. I like the deep green of maples. I look forward to seeing the sparkling ponds with Mallard ducks and Canada Geese. The Purple colored flowers are everywhere this time of the year. I bike on narrow, winding roads, almost dark because of the overcast sky and the thickness of forest.
Sometimes, I am going up hill. It is a lot of work. The legs start aching and the lungs are straining. I am tempted to get off and give up. But I continue. The thrill of getting to the top without giving up is great!
Sometimes, I am going down hill. I am going fast. The wind on the face feels great. Then I remind myself that I can not make a mistake when I am going fast. I can easily stumble and hurt myself pretty badly.
This bike is one with gears, like almost every bike you purchase in the West. I am constantly adjusting the gears to make sure that I am going as fast as I can within the limits of my strength.
People on their fancy bikes constantly by-pass me. They are may be 30 or 40 years younger. Let them go past. They are all going to the same destination, home. They will reach their destination faster. May be they will not enjoy the beauty surrounding them, as much as I do.
It starts raining, as was expected. I enjoy it as much as I would if the sun was shining. These are all parts of the biking experience. After all, in biking, you are exposed to the elements and not protected as you are in a car.
This is what biking is about.
And, in case you did not guess, what the life is about!
I went biking.
I started from our home in Acton, biked to Concord Center, and then to the Carlisle State Park and back. As I was pedaling away, I was thinking about why I have started enjoying this activity so much that I am prepared to get up early, get all sweaty, and tired; and feel good about it at the end.
This is the answer that I got.
Biking starts from home. I do not need to go to a special place. Just get on the bike and start pedaling.
The destination is predictable. It is back home. I am not going anywhere in particular.
It is the journey that matters in biking. How you enjoy it is the only thing that counts.
I have started enjoying the journey. I like what I see and experience. I enjoy the majesty of tall spruces and firs. I like the deep green of maples. I look forward to seeing the sparkling ponds with Mallard ducks and Canada Geese. The Purple colored flowers are everywhere this time of the year. I bike on narrow, winding roads, almost dark because of the overcast sky and the thickness of forest.
Sometimes, I am going up hill. It is a lot of work. The legs start aching and the lungs are straining. I am tempted to get off and give up. But I continue. The thrill of getting to the top without giving up is great!
Sometimes, I am going down hill. I am going fast. The wind on the face feels great. Then I remind myself that I can not make a mistake when I am going fast. I can easily stumble and hurt myself pretty badly.
This bike is one with gears, like almost every bike you purchase in the West. I am constantly adjusting the gears to make sure that I am going as fast as I can within the limits of my strength.
People on their fancy bikes constantly by-pass me. They are may be 30 or 40 years younger. Let them go past. They are all going to the same destination, home. They will reach their destination faster. May be they will not enjoy the beauty surrounding them, as much as I do.
It starts raining, as was expected. I enjoy it as much as I would if the sun was shining. These are all parts of the biking experience. After all, in biking, you are exposed to the elements and not protected as you are in a car.
This is what biking is about.
And, in case you did not guess, what the life is about!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Equalizer
An advanced stereo system deploys a component called graphic equalizer, or equalizer for short. Here is what it looks like.
It is a neat device which allows you to manually slide little buttons up and down, shaping the spectrum of the sound that comes out of speakers.
These sliders are a great representation of our attitudes on different things in life. This could be attitude on parenting, wealth, clothes, hedonism---almost anything. The only requirement is that the attitude being selected has distinct extreme positions one can take.
Take for example parenting. One can be a very strict parent, keeping a child under tight control, or very liberal, allowing the child to do whatever he/she likes to do. We can select our position---slide our button—between these extreme positions. Similarly, on the slider resenting hedonism, we can be very ascetic, not able to enjoy any physical pleasure in life, or a complete hedonist, who would put having fun as the number one priority.
How do we decide which position to slide the button to? I suppose, depending on the specific attitude under consideration, all of the usual factors come into play---our own upbringing, the norms of the society we live in, our life’s experiences, and perhaps some genetic reasons thrown in for good measure. I am reasonably certain that once we form the attitude, it is not easy to make it move. The button, once slid into position, gets stuck.
Taken in total, we can use a graphic equalizer---albeit a large one--- to provide a complete picture of our attitudes, with each of the hundreds of little buttons placed in a selected position.
The equalizer also helps represent how we form our opinions of others. A person whose button on a specific attitude is at a different location from ours is liable to face criticism from us. “He is just so strict with his child,” or “I can’t believe how they allow their son to get away with murder!”
Finally---one more point---our level of tolerance determines how far away the other person’s button needs to be before we get agitated. Some people are very tolerant (or at least show that they are), and have a wide band of tolerance around their equalizer settings, while other are not. For them, unless the settings of the other person are the same as theirs, there are grounds for scorn.
A graphic equalizer---a great representation of the lens through which we view the world and how we react to it.
It is a neat device which allows you to manually slide little buttons up and down, shaping the spectrum of the sound that comes out of speakers.
These sliders are a great representation of our attitudes on different things in life. This could be attitude on parenting, wealth, clothes, hedonism---almost anything. The only requirement is that the attitude being selected has distinct extreme positions one can take.
Take for example parenting. One can be a very strict parent, keeping a child under tight control, or very liberal, allowing the child to do whatever he/she likes to do. We can select our position---slide our button—between these extreme positions. Similarly, on the slider resenting hedonism, we can be very ascetic, not able to enjoy any physical pleasure in life, or a complete hedonist, who would put having fun as the number one priority.
How do we decide which position to slide the button to? I suppose, depending on the specific attitude under consideration, all of the usual factors come into play---our own upbringing, the norms of the society we live in, our life’s experiences, and perhaps some genetic reasons thrown in for good measure. I am reasonably certain that once we form the attitude, it is not easy to make it move. The button, once slid into position, gets stuck.
Taken in total, we can use a graphic equalizer---albeit a large one--- to provide a complete picture of our attitudes, with each of the hundreds of little buttons placed in a selected position.
The equalizer also helps represent how we form our opinions of others. A person whose button on a specific attitude is at a different location from ours is liable to face criticism from us. “He is just so strict with his child,” or “I can’t believe how they allow their son to get away with murder!”
Finally---one more point---our level of tolerance determines how far away the other person’s button needs to be before we get agitated. Some people are very tolerant (or at least show that they are), and have a wide band of tolerance around their equalizer settings, while other are not. For them, unless the settings of the other person are the same as theirs, there are grounds for scorn.
A graphic equalizer---a great representation of the lens through which we view the world and how we react to it.
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