There’s a river i know
Whose name i, often, forget,
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?
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.
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.
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.
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,
Endless, fruitless, journeys
That we oft embark upon,
In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,
O Demise, thou art a friend true
When I feel lost and dark blue
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
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,