Collect Stamps, Anyone?

As a philatelist (yes, a few of us are still alive), I bemoan the arrival of the email which has drastically reduced our use of the postal service to mail letters. Somehow, people nowadays feel that you should immediately know of the most inane events in their lives that in a previous era would fortunately have died in importance between the time they thought of it and got to a table with paper and pen. And of course, the less said of the prose and spelling you see in an email the better.

Getting back to stamps, I took a look at my collection. I had over 6000 stamps from 137 countries. (Yes, I counted.) Some of the countries don’t exist any more (like the UAR or Czechoslovakia) and surely they must be valuable? You see, I’ve been thinking. I saw an announcement of a ‘Road Show’ of philatelic agents hosted by the Spellman Museum of Philately in Weston, Massachusetts. The announcement also said that for $40, collectors can have their collections evaluated.

Surely, I thought, it was time I had my collection valued so I can bring forward my retirement date. So I lugged all seven volumes of the stuff and met the curator. A kindly gentleman, he chatted with me and made some nice comments about my collection (Oh, these British definitives have a nice color palette! ..You know, these two were the first stamps designed by children. Of course, now many countries do that… He smiled at several pages, and nodded.)

He finally looked up and asked if I had any specific questions. Of course! ‘I thought you would be able to give me a ball park value for the collection,’ I offered. ‘You know, we don’t really value them’, he began. Then he went on to observe that most of the stamps I had were cancelled ones, and being stamps in common use during their times, there are plenty of them, and so on. Finally it came. ‘If I was to put a value on them, it would probably be a couple of hundred dollars, certainly not in the thousand.’ It dawned on me that I had paid about 25% of the value of my collection to have it valued.

Oh well. One of the ironies of philately is that stamps are valued more if they are mint (i.e., new) and not cancelled (i.e., used). Yes, I do have all the common ones because I painstakingly collected them by pursuing those who got mail from overseas to give me the covers from which I carefully extracted the stamps. I was not going to throw money at dealers to build a collection. No Sir! For me, the whole point of a stamp collection was that the stamp had done its work (i.e., conveyed some mail across the country or countries), and now was ready to rest. The cancellation had its own story to tell (for example, a Dutch stamp with a cancellation from Soerabaja, (see picture) now Surabaya, in Indonesia, when it was still a colony). I love the stamps from Germany. There is the Germany of today, West Germany and German Democratic Republic from before, from the occupation zone during the war, and so on. Stamps teach you history!

Stamps tell you lovely stories of the culture and art of the country, their heroes, and travel spots. They convey to you what the country thinks is important (people and events). You could look at the stamp, wonder why they have put this plant on it, and then look it up to find out that the plant is a valuable and rare native species.

Sure, my collection does not have the 1867 15 cent Lincoln, now valued at $200,000. But so what, I thought, as I drove back home. My collection has given me hours of pleasure since the age of about 10 when an older cousin started me off with an extra album of his with some stamps already pasted in.

So, I decided to act before it was too late.  I’m going to make up a couple of albums and give them to Liam and Grace, the six year old twins across the street and tempt them into a glorious future.

And retirement can wait.

Image of colonization

I just finished reading Shashi Tharoor’s book ‘An era of darkness’ (Aleph, 2016). Interestingly, the book came about from a suggestion by the publisher after Tharoor’s Oxford Union debate video went viral. The book is a wonderful and devastating critique of colonization and its effects on the people. He has been able to bring together in one place arguments from several disciplinary perspectives, and kept it readable without losing the scholarly arguments.

History buffs will recognize several familiar arguments they have read elsewhere. Some earlier books criticizing colonization that I have read include: Reginal Reynolds, White Sahibs in India (1937); and most recently, Pavan Varma, Becoming Indian (2010). It is good news that the challenge to colonial sympathizers is picking up. Roy Moxham and Jon Wilson both have books that have come out recently (I am yet to read them). Although there is no new original research underlying Tharoor’s book, he has been able to convey a powerful story.

There are several aspects of the book that require particular mention. He calls Churchill for what he was – a racist. He takes the so called benefits of colonization, including the legal system, democracy, railways, etc. and points out either the flaws in the argument, or how they were all meant to serve British needs. His most engaging parts are where he argues the case of economic devastation, how British policy caused deindustrialization, famines, and tapped into the Indian treasury for all their nefarious activities. At times he becomes poetic. Referring to the retired British officials, he writes, ‘And at the end of it all, they went home to enjoy their retirements in damp little collates with Indian names, their alien rest cushioned by generous pensions supplied by Indian taxpayers.’

Tharoor’s writing style goes into each aspect in fair depth, dutifully explicating all the nuances and provides a rich bibliography.

Much of the arguments revolve around the use of ‘divide and rule’ by the British, who took it to a fine art and practiced it in several spheres – in laws, governance, religion, electorate, and so on. (Unfortunately, we must admit that it is such an effective way of dealing with people that our governments continue to use it!)

For too long have we left the apologists for colonization have their say without challenge. The most recent being Niall Ferguson, who comes in for a fair bit of criticism by Tharoor. Even history books and textbooks shy away from calling colonization for what it is, with the result that there are people in colonies even today who occasionally mouth the ‘things were better under ..’ argument.

A must read.

Language expression

‘If good poetry is hard
then drink champagne.’

That’s one of the bits of poetry that I have constructed on the door of my refrigerator. Another one is:

‘I know
the deep secret
of god’

You see, I have a box of those magnetic words and can combine the words to express myself on the door of the fridge. So, while I wait for the coffee to brew, or the mandatory three minutes for my tea bag to steep, I can express myself. The problem is that my imagination, and creativity, is limited by the words that the manufacturer has provided me in that little plastic box. (And by the amount of patience I have in searching for the right word, but we shall set this aside for the moment.)

My friend Tom, the linguist, put it in a very profound manner. ‘Ideas depend largely on language,’ he said. Of course, he was not commenting on my magnetic poetry skills but on the importance of learning one’s language well. And how different languages have evolved differently, allowing different words to develop to express the ideas and emotions of the people of that language. Every high school text on social studies will tell you that the Innuit have 23 (or 32?) words to describe different kinds of snow. The Tamils have no need of that. But they have a distinct word for every kind of familial relationship (mother’s older brother is different from younger, and from the father’s brothers!) Continue Reading

A hairdresser, barber, saloon, or what?

When I asked Hari what time his barber shop opens, he asked me, ‘Why? You don’t need a hair cut.’ The barbers also wonder why I walk into their shop. When I sit in my Arlington barber’s chair (a 2-seater with one barber), he finishes his job within a few minutes, then keeps hovering around trying to find places to work on. He must be feeling guilty for charging me his rate of $16 for so little time spent on my head.

I prefer barber shops with male barbers. They know how to use that scissor/comb the way it should be used. Women barbers tend to clutch clumps of hair and snip them, not gradually work the comb as it progresses up the back of your head giving you that cool feeling as the hair falls off and the air hits your scalp. Continue Reading

Corruption – the good encourage it!

When we think of corruption, we visualize a sleazy individual taking advantage of his or her position and power to exploit a situation for personal gain. This person does not moral standards, as compared to those who are honest and do not take bribes.

What if the good people who do not take bribes create the conditions for corruption to thrive? I’m talking of a segment of the good, namely, those who are honest but inefficient or ineffective. They are time servers, who turn up for work, log in their 8 hours, and collect their salary. If you end up sitting in front of one of them (provided you find the person in office), you would know what I mean. They will quote you a rule why they cannot do something you ask. The forms you have brought are incomplete, they say. In box 4, you need have entered the date format incorrectly. Too bad, you need to come again tomorrow because office is closing in 10 mins. You turn up the next day and find he is on leave. Continue Reading