Things not always cast in iron
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?
Things not always cast in iron
The mysterious death of exiled Baloch activist Karima Baloch, believed to be a case of murder by many, has not only triggered a week of protests from Toronto to Dhaka but also fueled the Baloch freedom movement at ground zero
Devastated by the COVID-19 pandemic since early this year, the robust Indian media fraternity is set to bid farewell to 2020 with a heavy heart as many lost their lives due to COVID or were targeted and killed
A footballer-turned-militant from Sopore, in Jammu and Kashmir regretted joining terrorist ranks, according to his last conversation which went viral before he was killed by the Indian security forces in a gunfight last week
My body is bare from wear and tear
What can I say, I’m no sage
I often get lost in the sands of time
As we enter the holiday season and approach the new year, I want to take this opportunity to extend my heartfelt best wishes to and for India and Indians
May there be no doubts, no fears, ahead
As one grows older one remembers nostalgically the era gone by
Like Someone Else
Cast no shadow upon me,
Vengeance is a bit of a joke
To Sleep
Byron, Shakespeare, Milton, all dead,