The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
The future of Indian higher education may depend not on greater central control, but on creating autonomous institutions operating within a strong framework of accountability.
Pakistan’s absence is not without costs. Diplomatic exclusion is only one facet of the spectre that looms over the country: limited transit access, reduced prospects for integration into Bay-centric supply networks and weakened soft-power influences across the Indian Ocean littoral.
It has been formally recognised in the Report of the Advisory Committee on Women Pradhans, Transforming Women’s Representation and Role in Panchayati Raj Institutions: Efforts to Eliminate Proxy Participation, which recorded that elected women representatives are often “represented by their husbands or male relatives” and recommended the imposition of stringent and exemplary penalties to curb such practices.
When the university community itself has not succeeded in resolving many serious problems confronting higher education, on what moral basis should students simply be asked to remain silent and trust the system?
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
You see, I C B M’s, as the much-touted
When life’s no more than each breath we take,
Than the days and nights that we call the past,
Materialism’s at its Zenith Now
But, Money can’t buy God nor ever will,
It’s not about Perfection
But, all about Connection,
The look in your eyes is no surprise,
The fear I see is meant to be
I think I knew who lived here once
And, I think, I knew him well,
Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall
When Orange, nay Red, is the colour of the sky,
Is AI the way forward, or
Out there to destroy Humanity,