Spend time with Silence
For, wisdom lies there,
The Reconstituted Nalanda: Can it Leverage its Civilizational Memory to Become an Alternative Academic Hub for the Global South?
Nalanda serves as a counterweight to the historic monopoly of Western universities over social, political, and ecological theory. It invites Asian and African scholars to address regional dilemmas such as resource sovereignty, post-colonial statehood, and sustainable modernization using indigenous analytical categories.
'Girls going to schools would be the real revolution in Afghanistan'
The daughters and granddaughters of these warlords, like those of several key Taliban commanders, live and study abroad. Sabori’s school in Archi is half-closed, owing to the ban on education for girls over 12 years of age. Several underground schools have sprung up where even some Taliban foot-soldiers send their daughters.
Where Happiness is a Measure of Governance: What Bhutan’s Democratic Consolidation Can Teach Global South Nations
As democracies around the world confront public dissatisfaction, Bhutan reminds us that the health of a democracy cannot be measured only through the ballot box. It must also be evaluated through the well-being, dignity, security, and trust experienced by citizens.
India's Education Deficit: Real Reforms Lie in Making Coaching Redundant
India's digital infrastructure can certainly deliver free coaching to millions. But an even greater achievement would be to build an education and employment system in which families no longer feel compelled to buy coaching in the first place. Making bottled water cheaper is useful. Making the water from taps trustworthy is the real solution.
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There’s Divinity in Silence
The Arrogance of Misfortune
Gloat not, O misfortune
Your triumphs are not eternal,
I Often Wonder
If Birds were Man’s Mentor
Would we a better breed be
The Cradle of Friendship
The cradle of friendship
Is too delicate for words
Faith
For all my proclamations of belief,
Which in intent and conviction are true,
In Search of the Soul
Endless, fruitless, journeys
That we oft embark upon,
In The Precincts Of The Mind
In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,
O Demise, Are You Fair?
O Demise, thou art a friend true
When I feel lost and dark blue
Destiny
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
The Paradox of Time- Life’s Pantomime
Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
Conscience
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Chisel Away
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
Tears and Time and the Rivers
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Sermons, Soliloquys, are an awful Bore!
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Let’s Think Again
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
