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More Than a Day: A Reflection on Mothers and Our Changing Bonds

Today is Mother’s Day. Many of us will meet our mothers if they live apart, or spend a little more time with them if they live together. Some of us will bring flowers and gifts. And for those whose mothers have departed, a gentle and grateful memory will rise like incense in the heart. IrrespectiveContinue reading “More Than a Day: A Reflection on Mothers and Our Changing Bonds”

Brahma Kamal-A Poem

A Nocturne in White (There are flowers that bloom for the crowd, and there are flowers that bloom for silence. The Brahma Kamal is of the latter kind. It waits not for sunlight but for stillness—opening its celestial white petals only when the world has turned its face away. Cradled on the edge of an unassuming cactus,Continue reading “Brahma Kamal-A Poem”

Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage

Once famed for its flowering trees and lakeside breezes, Bengaluru now finds itself buried beneath the detritus of its own growth. The transformation from “Garden City” to “Garbage City” isn’t just about mismanaged infrastructure—it’s a symptom of something deeper: a culture of unchecked consumption, buoyed by convenience and prosperity. A City Consuming Itself With oneContinue reading “Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage”

Reimagining India’s Labour Agenda in the Age of AI and Digital Disruption

The New World of Work As India embraces the promise of a digital economy, the nature of work is being rapidly redefined. From gig platforms and AI-driven work management to the slow but steady automation of tasks, the labour landscape is undergoing a silent transformation. Yet, the policy and research architecture governing this vast andContinue reading “Reimagining India’s Labour Agenda in the Age of AI and Digital Disruption”

अक्षय तृतीया – नवसंकल्पों का अद्भुत अवसर

वर्ष की वह शुभतम तिथि, जब समय मानो थम-सा जाता है। एक ऐसा दिन, जिसे किसी विशेष मुहूर्त की आवश्यकता नहीं — क्योंकि यह तिथि स्वयं शुभत्व का शाश्वत स्रोत है। अक्षय तृतीया — एक संयोग, एक संदेश, और एक संकल्प। यह पर्व केवल सांस्कृतिक परंपराओं की पुनरावृत्ति नहीं, बल्कि वह मौन आह्वान है जो भीतर से पूछता है — क्या हम कुछ ऐसा कर पा रहे हैं, जो क्षणिकContinue reading “अक्षय तृतीया – नवसंकल्पों का अद्भुत अवसर”

Brahma Kamal: The Flower That Blooms in Silence

“Some flowers bloom where silence dwells,In night’s soft breath, their secret swells.” A Chance Encounter It was not an evening meant for miracles. The day had folded into dusk without flourish—no omens, no signs. I stepped out into the softened hush, led only by the hand of a cooling breeze. And there it was. BeneathContinue reading “Brahma Kamal: The Flower That Blooms in Silence”

पारिजात : आकाशगंगा से झरते तारे

“नीरव निशा की साँझ में झरती रही,ओस-भीगी पारिजात की पाँख़ुरी कहीं।न बिखरी कली की स्मित हँसी,न काँपी शाख़ करुणामयी। बस सहज, मौन, श्वास छूटे प्राचीरों से —झरती रही, तिरती रही,स्वप्न-सुगंध की बरसात अनछुई।“ रात्रि की नीरवता में जब अधिकांश फूल अपनी पंखुड़ियाँ समेट लेते हैं, पारिजात तब मुस्कुराता है — शुभ्र, सौम्य, स्निग्ध, सुगंधित शुचिता से आलोकित। उसकी पंखुड़ियाँ मानो चाँदनी से बुनीContinue reading “पारिजात : आकाशगंगा से झरते तारे”

In the Shadow of the Flame

– Exploring the invisible contours of creativity, the grace of waiting, and the unseen brilliance that shapes the world in silence “They also serve who only stand and wait.”— John Milton, On His Blindness What does it mean to create? Is creativity a sudden, divine benediction bestowed upon a chosen few? Or is it a facultyContinue reading “In the Shadow of the Flame”

‘एक स्वीकारोक्ति”

(“माँ” — एक ऐसा नाम जो पुकार नहीं, एक पूरी चेतना है।यह कविता एक बेटे की आत्मस्वीकृति है, जिसमें माँ की उपेक्षा नहीं, माँ को ‘सिर्फ माँ’ मान लेने की भूल का पछतावा है।यह उन सबके लिए है जो माँ के रहते व्यस्त रहे, और अब जब वह नहीं हैं, तो शून्यता में उसे ढूँढ़ते हैं।) जब तू थी,तो तुझसे शिकायतें थीं—कभी खानेContinue reading “‘एक स्वीकारोक्ति””

A Son’s Prayer: Remembering Ma

“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.”— Rudyard Kipling On the 17th of April, it will be eleven years since my mother left this world. And yet, not a day passes without her presence echoing within me—sometimes as a soft memory, sometimes as a sharp ache. To attempt to capture her essenceContinue reading “A Son’s Prayer: Remembering Ma”