Jagaiyo Na Mujhe Yaan̈
Bohot Andhera Hai
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.
Jagaiyo Na Mujhe Yaan̈
Bohot Andhera Hai
Let’s Think Again Impatience they say,
now holds sway Impatience will bring forth gains,
What good is imprecation?
Why would you harm invoke?
Eyes Never look at me and lie,
Cos eyes are windows to the soul,
How much different would the world appear Seen through the eyes of the blind?
If God resides in the hearts of men
As I believe He does,
If there are no flowers where you are,
and the stars seem too far,
Vast stretches of arid land,
rivers that never know the sands to traverse.
Lies the stairway to heaven,
And eternal peace.
There’s a river i know
Whose name i, often, forget,
Spend time with Silence
For, wisdom lies there,
Gloat not, O misfortune
Your triumphs are not eternal,
If Birds were Man’s Mentor
Would we a better breed be
The cradle of friendship
Is too delicate for words
For all my proclamations of belief,
Which in intent and conviction are true,