How much different would the world appear Seen through the eyes of the blind?
BIMSTEC’s Strategic Challenge to Pakistan: Geopolitical Recasting or Regional Fracture?
Pakistan’s absence is not without costs. Diplomatic exclusion is only one facet of the spectre that looms over the country: limited transit access, reduced prospects for integration into Bay-centric supply networks and weakened soft-power influences across the Indian Ocean littoral.
Proxy Village Governance: The Pradhan Pati Problem in India's Democracy
It has been formally recognised in the Report of the Advisory Committee on Women Pradhans, Transforming Women’s Representation and Role in Panchayati Raj Institutions: Efforts to Eliminate Proxy Participation, which recorded that elected women representatives are often “represented by their husbands or male relatives” and recommended the imposition of stringent and exemplary penalties to curb such practices.
Students Must Study; But They Must Also Ask Questions and not Ignore Injustice
When the university community itself has not succeeded in resolving many serious problems confronting higher education, on what moral basis should students simply be asked to remain silent and trust the system?
The Ganga Water Treaty Needs More Than Renewal: It Needs Reinvention
The treaty that once symbolized diplomatic success should now become a model for climate-resilient hydro-diplomacy. The river has changed, the climate has changed, and the needs of both nations have changed. The treaty must change with them.
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If God Resides In The Hearts of Men
If God resides in the hearts of men
As I believe He does,
Golf
If there are no flowers where you are,
and the stars seem too far,
The Phantom called immortality
Vast stretches of arid land,
rivers that never know the sands to traverse.
At one's mother’s feet
Lies the stairway to heaven,
And eternal peace.
My River
There’s a river i know
Whose name i, often, forget,
There’s Divinity in Silence
Spend time with Silence
For, wisdom lies there,
The Arrogance of Misfortune
Gloat not, O misfortune
Your triumphs are not eternal,
I Often Wonder
If Birds were Man’s Mentor
Would we a better breed be
The Cradle of Friendship
The cradle of friendship
Is too delicate for words
Faith
For all my proclamations of belief,
Which in intent and conviction are true,
In Search of the Soul
Endless, fruitless, journeys
That we oft embark upon,
In The Precincts Of The Mind
In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,
O Demise, Are You Fair?
O Demise, thou art a friend true
When I feel lost and dark blue
Destiny
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
