Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
The Cockroach Republic: Not just a Creature of Filth; it Signals a Survival Grammar
The power of the cockroach in the current viral moment of the CJP seems to resonate with something Kafkaesque that is crawling beneath: unwanted, impossible to eliminate. The apparent insult is meant to make someone feel unworthy. But when an insult is taken up by a community, it culminates in a “badge”, where shame becomes performance, humiliation becomes satire, and satire culminates in political self-recognition.
The Cockroach's Evolution: Acquiring a Life Beyond the Insult
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.
‘Himalayasia’: Can a Mountain Range Give South Asia the Identity It Never Had?
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 Needs Cross-Border Internships, Not Only Degrees Abroad
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.
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The Paradox of Time- Life’s Pantomime
Conscience
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Chisel Away
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
Tears and Time and the Rivers
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Sermons, Soliloquys, are an awful Bore!
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Let’s Think Again
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
I C B M's
You see, I C B M’s, as the much-touted
One Man, One Woman, That is All
When life’s no more than each breath we take,
Than the days and nights that we call the past,
Materialism at its Zenith
Materialism’s at its Zenith Now
But, Money can’t buy God nor ever will,
Where is the Human Connect Today?
It’s not about Perfection
But, all about Connection,
Befriend your Fears
The look in your eyes is no surprise,
The fear I see is meant to be
To An Old Friendship
I think I knew who lived here once
And, I think, I knew him well,
Twilight
Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall
When Orange, nay Red, is the colour of the sky,
How Arty is the World of Artificial Intelligence,( AI )
Is AI the way forward, or
Out there to destroy Humanity,
Blue Moon
O waning moon, where do you go?
Why are you not on constant show?
