Vast stretches of arid land,
rivers that never know the sands to traverse.
South Asia Needs Cross-Border Internships, Not Only Degrees Abroad
South Asia often discusses youth mobility after a student has already decided to leave the region. A stronger regional system would give students another option before that point: international experience that is close enough to be practical, but different enough to change what they learn.
School Absenteeism and Growing Coaching Culture: Are we Compromising the Future of an Entire Generation?
If dummy admissions, prolonged school absenteeism, and an unregulated coaching culture continue unchecked, we may end up producing students who have spent enormous amounts of time and money on education without actually receiving the education they need.
Education as a Game Changer for South Asia: India can Become an Educational Leader
If South Asian governments urgently review and reform their education systems, the region can all benefit within 15 years from our demographic dividend and unleash the region's immense knowledge and growth potential within a generation.New education systems must be interactive and inter-operative to allow free movement of professionals, capital and labour around the region
The Reconstituted Nalanda: Can it Leverage its Civilizational Memory to Become an Alternative Academic Hub for the Global South?
Nalanda serves as a counterweight to the historic monopoly of Western universities over social, political, and ecological theory. It invites Asian and African scholars to address regional dilemmas such as resource sovereignty, post-colonial statehood, and sustainable modernization using indigenous analytical categories.
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The Phantom called immortality
At one's mother’s feet
Lies the stairway to heaven,
And eternal peace.
My River
There’s a river i know
Whose name i, often, forget,
There’s Divinity in Silence
Spend time with Silence
For, wisdom lies there,
The Arrogance of Misfortune
Gloat not, O misfortune
Your triumphs are not eternal,
I Often Wonder
If Birds were Man’s Mentor
Would we a better breed be
The Cradle of Friendship
The cradle of friendship
Is too delicate for words
Faith
For all my proclamations of belief,
Which in intent and conviction are true,
In Search of the Soul
Endless, fruitless, journeys
That we oft embark upon,
In The Precincts Of The Mind
In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,
O Demise, Are You Fair?
O Demise, thou art a friend true
When I feel lost and dark blue
Destiny
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
The Paradox of Time- Life’s Pantomime
Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
Conscience
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Chisel Away
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
