Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
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.
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.
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
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.
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
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,