O, for the ecstasy of not knowing
That which would rend my heart,
Across Kashmir, the image of crowded reading rooms alongside empty classrooms should compel us to reflect on the direction our education system is taking. Reading rooms may help students prepare for examinations, but schools and colleges prepare them for life.
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.
O, for the ecstasy of not knowing
That which would rend my heart,
Ripples in the pond and waves in the sea;
Little steps, giant strides of an unknown destiny.
The natural intelligence of Man
Ensures that we, as Humans
Sailor, tinker, tailor, et al,
Ordinary people at one's beck and call,
How blank the mind
Neither thought nor word penetrating enough
Let the Sun fill you and your days with its rays
Let Darkness too feel its warmth and its light,
The Indiaspora Forum For Good (IFG) promises to be a landmark gathering where vision meets action. From pioneering CEOs to philanthropists, this unprecedented assembly harnesses the collective wisdom and inuence of the Indian diaspora for global advancement.
Rise, O ladies and show us the way
We, the faltering, blundering, ‘male’, play
Global Organization of People of Indian Origin (GOPIO) conducted its election last month and the new team was sworn in on January 31 at a virtual Zoom ceremony with veteran community leader from New Jersey Mr. Prakash Shah as its president.
On the sands where I now stand
The grains can bear my weight no more,
Let’s treat the past with warmth and care,
For with every single passing day,
May your skies be clear and blue,
Your nights and days forever true,
When eyes are moist and the heart bleeds
And, sorrow reigns supreme,
Old Age is a bloody curse
There, surely, can’t be very much worse,
Look at the Blue Skies
Enjoy Paradise,