My survival strategy while writing the syllabus was to include what was important to the department and what was important to me, overloading the course even further. My version of the course was an improbable combination of the way development economics was taught by our professors at Elphinstone College; my experience growing up in 1960s-70s India; the political development literature of the 1960s, and a grab-bag of emerging points of view from wherever I had wandered. If the original conception of the course covered, as I snidely put it, everyone but four white men, by the time I was done with it, it was un-teachable.
The worst classes I ever taught were in this course. And this, in spite of this being a subject of interest to me. (Maybe that is why?) Ten years after I was last forced to teach this couse, this summer as we planned a year ahead, I found myself saying very gingerly, perhaps we should offer THAT class. My colleague was shocked, having heard me complain bitterly on more than one occasion. A grab-bag of random reasons made me think this could be workable.
- The course is located in Chennai, India.
- We are constantly talking about change, about old and new, tradition and modernity.
- The interface between global and local, colonial and postcolonial are everywhere around us.
- So much of the politics we discuss is about social transformation.
- Governance challenges, heritage and identity come together in the places we visit.
To this end, I am going to start a series of blog posts, where I think aloud and try to make something that I can live with.
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