I think I knew who lived here once
And, I think, I knew him well,
The virtues like civic discipline or gender sensitivity in India are not at premium. Basic civic sense is conspicuous by its absence. It gets manifested as indiscriminate littering, spitting, traffic indiscipline, vulgar or derogatory comments against women etc. Such attitudes find manifestation in foreign destinations as well.
Ties between India and East and Southeast Asia are bound to strengthen, given the growing synergies in strategic areas such as defence, critical technology and higher education. It is important for Indian students, professionals, and skilled workers to harness educational and work opportunities in that region that is open to receiving Indian students and techies. This is especially important given that countries in the Anglosphere, not just the US but also Canada and to an extent Australia, are adopting increasingly insular immigration policies and tightening student and work visa regulations.
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.
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,
O waning moon, where do you go?
Why are you not on constant show?
Milestones are milestones, mere distance recorders
How you travelled and journeyed unknown,
Each grain of Sand does a message carry
Stagnation’s ruin, do not tarry,
Never has the world so lost its way
As it has, alas, so sadly today,
O how immortal is the soul,
And how fatal is desire,
If this valley in which I wander,
And the hills surrounding it,
If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?
Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’
When I look back at the years gone by
I do so with a gentle smile
The ferocity of the good ol’ sun
The serenity of the moon,
Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?
Someone keep me company,
Someone share some thoughts with me,