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The Second Mind Part-II

A Three-Part Reflection on Artificial Intelligence and the Future of Human Intelligence. Creativity in the Age of Intelligent Machines If disruption defines the outer landscape of AI’s influence, creativity lies at its most intimate frontier. For centuries, creativity has been regarded as a defining attribute of human intelligence—the capacity to imagine what does not yetContinue reading “The Second Mind Part-II”

The Second Mind-Part I

A Three-Part Reflection on Artificial Intelligence and the Future of Human Intelligence Part I Disruption and the Rewriting of the World Disruptions rarely arrive with a clear declaration of intent. They begin as faint tremors beneath the surface of established order, unsettling assumptions before revealing their transformative force. History offers many such moments—the printing press,Continue reading “The Second Mind-Part I”

Service at the Crossroads: Part II

The Test of Our Times—Integrity, Power, and the Demands of Viksit Bharat If Part I is a reflection on what India’s civil services have been, Part II must confront what they are in danger of becoming—and what they must yet strive to be. For all their history and institutional depth, the civil services today standContinue reading “Service at the Crossroads: Part II”

Service at the Crossroads: Part I

The Idea of the Civil Service—From Steel Frame to Living Institution There are institutions that merely administer a nation, and there are those that, in quieter and less visible ways, help shape its destiny. India’s civil services have at their best, belonged to the latter category—an enduring presence through upheaval and change, lending continuity toContinue reading “Service at the Crossroads: Part I”

The Moustache Question: A Gentle Inquiry into a Serious Folly

It began, as many revolutions do, with a small, disarming question.“Why don’t you just shave it off?”My seven-year-old granddaughter had no stake in the centuries-old debate. She surveyed my cautious trimming with the clinical detachment of a philosopher and the impatience of youth. To her, my moustache was neither symbol nor style—merely an unnecessary shrubberyContinue reading “The Moustache Question: A Gentle Inquiry into a Serious Folly”

माँ की स्मृति

माँ को गुज़रे आज बारह साल हो गए। हमारी जिंदगियाँ बदस्तूर चल रही हैं, उनके बग़ैर।स्मृतियाँ लेकिन क़ायम हैं, धुंधली नहीं हुईं हैं। हाँ, इतना अवश्य है कि उनकी स्मृति में बीतने वाले पल अवश्य कम हो गए हैं। माँ की स्मृति की प्रकृति कुछ ठहर सी गई है, मानो उनके और हमारे रिश्तों के मूल्यांकन को एक स्थायित्व और स्थिरता मिलContinue reading “माँ की स्मृति”

Bengaluru in April

I have come back to Bengaluru for a while—long enough, hopefully, to continue understanding something of its temperament. It is a city that both fascinates and unsettles me: in the feel and fragrance of its air, in the interplay of its sounds and silences, and above all, in the restless energy of its people. ToContinue reading “Bengaluru in April”

A Voice for All Seasons: Asha Bhosle

There are some voices one grows up with, and others one has the rare fortune of encountering in person—voices that, even in conversation, seem to carry an echo of the worlds they have created. To have met Asha Bhosle a few times, in the course of official duty, was to experience precisely this quiet astonishment:Continue reading “A Voice for All Seasons: Asha Bhosle”

“मौत का एक दिन मुअय्यन है,  नींद क्यूँ रात भर नहीं आती”

शायद ग़ालिब ने ऐसा लिखा था। इन थोड़े और साधारण शब्दों में जो दिलकशी है, वह अद्भुत है। इस मर्मस्पर्शी अभिव्यक्ति में बहुत कुछ छुपा है। इसमें परेशानी है, बेचैनी है, असहायता है, असहजता है, और मन के अबूझ भटकाव का एहसास भी है। मृत्यु—जीवन की सबसे अटल, सबसे शाश्वत सच्चाई। एक अमर यक्ष-प्रश्न जिसे युधिष्ठिर ने समझा, लेकिन जो हम में से बहुतों केContinue reading ““मौत का एक दिन मुअय्यन है,  नींद क्यूँ रात भर नहीं आती””

The Fury and the Faith: Why Dhurandhar Resonates

There are films one watches, and there are films one experiences—as surge, as spectacle, as a kind of collective pulse. Dhurandhar: The Revenge belongs emphatically to the latter. It does not unfold; it detonates. To borrow the vivid phrasing of The Economist, it feels like an impossible cocktail—John Wick’s choreographed brutality, Kill Bill’s stylised vengeance, and InglouriousContinue reading “The Fury and the Faith: Why Dhurandhar Resonates”