You see, I C B M’s, as the much-touted
The social media takes advantage of the reward systems in the brain, especially the dopamine circuits within the basal ganglia and the prefrontal cortex. Using signals of micro-engagement, including the duration of time a user hovers over a video or the number of times a user rewatches a clip, algorithms develop a feedback loop that over time redirects the feed of a user to more intense or provocative content.
The loss of 403 young lives is a stark wake-up call for Bangladesh. Schools and colleges are meant to nurture dreams, not silently witness the suffering of students. A collaborative effort involving the government, educational institutions, and families is urgently needed. With empathy, awareness, and institutional support, many of these young lives can still be saved.
India’s diversification strategy, often cited as a mitigating factor, provides only partial relief. The country now sources crude from over 40 countries, and in recent years has increased imports from Russia, the United States, and West Africa. In fact, about 70% of crude imports are now routed outside Hormuz, reflecting a conscious shift in sourcing strategy.
What is unfolding across South Asia’s cities is not just an urban crisis, it is a reflection of deeper tensions within development itself. Growth is happening, but it is not translating into stability. Opportunities exist, but they are unevenly distributed. Systems are expanding, but not fast enough to keep up with demand. Cities, which have long been seen as places where people come to improve their lives, are increasingly becoming spaces where people struggle to sustain them.
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,
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?