Bangladesh pharma industry

Bridging the Policy Gap: Why Northeast India Cannot Tap Bangladesh Pharma Market Across the Border?

The real question is simpler: do Indian states want to use a resource that is geographically closer, internationally certified, available already, or would they prefer to continue to suffer from a yearly deficit on the other side of the Corridor?

Green AI? The Global South Cannot Afford the Wrong Kind of Digital Growth

In the case of the Global South, this would mean designing AI according to the demands of that particular place and within the bounds of its available power. It would mean opting for small language models, frugality, and less energy-intensive infrastructure over costly mimicry of Silicon Valley.

Inside India's Modern Counter-Terrorism Strategy: The Zero-Tolerance Mandate

The government is also engaging doctors, psychologists, lawyers, civil society organisations, NGOs, religious leaders and community representatives to facilitate de-radicalisation and reintegration. Young people are encouraged to participate in constructive social activities that promote communal harmony and reduce the appeal of extremist ideologies.

Is South Asia the Next Front in the U.S.–China Rivalry?

But it may be the smaller South Asian states that feel the most pressure. Countries such as Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Nepal and the Maldives are faced with a more polarised geopolitical environment. They want Chinese investment to boost development and keep close diplomatic and security ties with India and western partners.

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Spend time with Silence
For, wisdom lies there,

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Your triumphs are not eternal,

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If Birds were Man’s Mentor
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Which in intent and conviction are true,

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In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,

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O Demise, thou art a friend true
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at play I see in every day

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Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,

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And the waiting lamp within,

Chisel Away

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Must there be little bits of everything,

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