Monday, December 8, 2025

In Search of India’s Bourbaki: The Invisible Economist We Need

 

    Why do people still hold on to neoclassical and New Keynesian ways of thinking in economics education? Why don’t we adopt alternative models even when they might be more realistic or efficient?

This was a question I asked in 2025. Sometimes the answers I received were so unsatisfying that I kept asking more and more people—searching, debating, probing—until finally, one detailed explanation from my professor left me genuinely contented. And yet, the question stayed with me.

A few days later, another conversation with him helped me dig deeper into that intellectual itch. I began to realise that this wasn’t just about economics—it was also about power, tradition, identity, and sometimes even gatekeeping. Just like democracy isn’t always democratic, academia isn’t always open to change.

In the middle of reflecting on this, I came across one of the most intriguing stories in modern mathematics: the story of Nicolas Bourbaki.

Nicholas Bourbaki wasn’t a real person at all. He was a collective pseudonym created by a group of brilliant French mathematicians in 1935, many of them alumni of the École Normale Supérieure. The idea took shape when André Weil grew frustrated watching his friend Henri Cartan teach a calculus course that focused more on physics applications than on pure mathematical rigour. At the same time, several mathematicians were unhappy with the scattered, inconsistent textbooks that dominated the field.

This shared dissatisfaction brought Weil, Cartan, Chevalley, Dieudonné, Mandelbrojt, de Possel, Coulomb, Ehresmann and others together. Their mission was simple but revolutionary: to rebuild mathematics from the ground up, using clear axioms, rigorous structures, and absolute precision. What began as a plan to write a single textbook on analysis soon expanded, and the project grew into the monumental Éléments de Mathématique, spanning nearly 7,000 pages of definitions, lemmas, corollaries and theorems.


What fascinated me most was not just the mathematics but the psychology of the group itself. A dozen scholars voluntarily hid their identities. They erased individual authorship and made anonymity their signature. Their meetings were private, their rituals secretive, their internal culture a strange yet beautiful mix of deep intellectual seriousness and playful pranks. They even built a myth around Bourbaki, publishing humorous notices—like “Bourbaki’s daughter is getting married”—as if he were a living eccentric mathematician.


It was an unusual and ambitious social experiment. Could knowledge be created without ego? Without personal recognition? Could a collective identity produce work as coherent and authoritative as that of a single mind? Bourbaki proved that it was possible, even radical. In a world where academic prestige depends on names, visibility, and citations, they showed that ideas could stand on their own.

This reflection brought me back to economics. Economics education and policy-making desperately need heterogeneity, but they also carry layers of politics, hierarchy, and inertia. Even with this awareness, I find myself increasingly curious. Sometimes I wonder when India will have its own “Bourbaki”—not a mathematician this time, but an economist. A collective of thinkers who work together, anonymously or otherwise, to produce rigorous textbooks and frameworks built for the Indian economy and written for Indian students, reflecting Indian realities.

When will that happen?

When will students of economics in India feel a direct connection between what they learn and what they observe around them?

When will our models finally reflect our markets, institutions, behaviours and diversity?

Unlike my other questions and blogs, I don’t end this one with an answer. I end it with curiosity—and a deep yearning to see things unfold positively, meaningfully, and in ways that finally resonate with who we are.


Sreya.

Wednesday, December 3, 2025

A Calendar, Goa, and Illich: Unlearning the Institutions Within


 As I write this blog, I’m on the way to Goa with my peers. It isn’t exciting — it’s unusually frightening. Fear can be hard to express, and sometimes it stands alone, without any reinforcement from the outside world. I’ve always believed in dreams and premonitions; maybe something from my stressed sleep brought these feelings to the surface. Feelings don’t always show up as pessimism, but today they did.


My morning began with a piece written by Dr. John Kurien, former professor at CDS, on the brilliant Austrian philosopher Ivan Illich. I read it during what feels like one of the most uncertain moments of my life, simply because it was shared by two people I deeply revere. Illich has undoubtedly enlightened countless minds — but today, he stirred something deeper within me.


His ideas on deschooling resonated intensely. I’ve always been an ardent supporter of institutionalism. I used to believe institutions could transform nations. But Illich offered a perspective I had ignored — institutions can also destroy the most tender human feelings. Schools, offices, and even families often teach us to hide emotions, tolerate disrespect, and cry in silence.


A memory from January 14, 2025 surfaced. My dad had proudly shown a student-created CTK calendar — something I coordinated and poured myself into — to one of my older cousins. That calendar is precious to me. Yet, he tossed it aside carelessly. I wanted to speak up. I wanted to defend the work my teammates, my professor, and I had done. But family, as an institution, has trained me otherwise.

Because I am a girl.

Because I must be “good”, modest, humble, soft-spoken.

Because respect, for some reason, is something I’m expected to give but not claim.


So I stayed silent. I locked my room, hugged my pillow, and waited for him to leave. When he was gone, I took the calendar in my hands, hugged it, kissed it, signed it, and held it tightly until the pain settled.


While reading Illich today, I realised something painful: my desire for recognition didn’t start at home — it started at school. The race for marks, class ranks, teachers’ appreciation, being the favourite student… somewhere in that chase, I forgot how to recognise my own work.


It reminded me of The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle — a book I couldn’t understand when I was fifteen. I barely crossed a chapter back then. But today, after reading Illich, I finally understand what Tolle was trying to point at. I have been schooled too deeply to accept things imposed on me, too conditioned to seek recognition from outside.


And now, as the Goa trip unfolds with its own institutional constraints, interpersonal chaos, and emotional pressure, all of it is confronting the very design of who I have become. I am stressed by my work, warned by the people I love, unable to always blend with my peers, and torn between holding on to my principles or trading them for belonging.


My Goa trip is both frightening and strangely revealing.


I hope Illich guides me.

I hope his ideas help me stand stronger.

I hope they teach me how to stand alone — without fear.

In Search of India’s Bourbaki: The Invisible Economist We Need

      Why do people still hold on to neoclassical and New Keynesian ways of thinking in economics education? Why don’t we adopt alternative ...