Each grain of Sand does a message carry
Stagnation’s ruin, do not tarry,
The CJP’s journey, however, is no longer confined to the politics of examination failures and youth precarity. Its School Thik Karo campaign has extended the movement’s work towards accountability for basic public-school infrastructure, while its latest mobilisation has turned to electoral accountability.
Whether or not “Himalayasia” ever catches on as a name, the underlying question it poses is a serious one for a region that houses a quarter of the world’s population, spends tens of billions of dollars a year arming itself against its own neighbors, and still trades more easily with the far side of the globe than across its own borders
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.
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,
Life is a game,
Light-hearted stuff:
Those with secrets in their hearts,
Have no place to hide,
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