Monday, Monday ....

not so good to me ... (for you, dear reader, who may be somewhat younger, the Mommas and Poppas had a hit with Monday, Monday in the 60s, although the next line for them was "so good to me"). At least my bro Artie is paying attention and giving me feedback through his comments on the more recent blogs (thanks mate - I dream of that gerbil; no dear reader, no explanation - you just wouldn't understand: it's a bro's thing).



'scuse me ...



back again from the 20+th trip to loo today (I was trying to keep count but this whole thing is so debilitating that I've given up even bothering to do that).



Today was the first day proper of the APROS conference, and an interesting (nay fascinating!) experience it has been (when I've been able to engage with people and not been facing the porcelain or standing above it)! We bussed down to the Galaxy Hotel in Gurgaon for the inauguration ceremony for the conference - a series of speeches in the usual mould from the good and great about the value of the conference, and its hosts, MDI. The star turn today was Stewart Clegg, who spoke passionately and persuasively about globalisation and the winners and losers of the process. A bite of lunch and then sessions throughout the afternoon and into the evening, finishing at 6.30pm. While the rest of the conference attendees have made their way to the Dean's Bungalow for dinner, I've remained in my room so that I'm close to the place where I've been making a number of my visits so far today (and will continue to do througout the night, no doubt).



I'm going to come right out and say it ... ontologically and epistemologically, I'm a critical realist! Surrounded by a coterie of social constructionists, I've not too many people to talk with in the context of the same philosophical framework here (nice and all as the people with whom I've come in contact over the last 48 hours are). Nonetheless, I've been able to make a quiet contribution to the discussions at different points .... bugga, 'scuse me again (yes dear reader, even in mid-sentence I'm driven to the bathroom to stand and deliver (not much for all the straining and groaning) before returning to the key board ..... so I have felt useful in my participation. The Leadership stream within which I will present my paper appears to be something of a logical positivist enclave, so I will challenge them on Wednesday morning with no numbers and a conceptual discussion that did not appear likely to take place in this evening's session. We shall see.



And so I begin to bring myself to then end of the day, or at least my active participation in it (I could probably go on, but I'm really now just so exhausted from the constant strain and groan routine, that I'm just going to drop into bed and a night's attempt at sleep). Good night, dear reader.