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When Rivers Cross Borders: Reimagining India’s Water Diplomacy 

In response to the Pakistan-engineered Pahalgam terror attack, India was compelled to suspend the implementation of the Indus Waters Treaty (IWT)—a decision justified, legitimate, timely, and necessary. It signals the end of an era of unreciprocated generosity and marks a new phase of strategic clarity. For too long, India upheld an outdated treaty amid mountingContinue reading “When Rivers Cross Borders: Reimagining India’s Water Diplomacy ”

The Poem in the Petal: Torch Ginger

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” — Henri Matisse A Flame Among Leaves It was during a quiet morning walk—the kind where the world slows and the soul listens—that I first encountered it: a towering flame among leaves. Rising silently from a bed of earth, its tall stem shimmered with an almostContinue reading “The Poem in the Petal: Torch Ginger”

Mother—Who Breathes Through Earth

(A Mother’s Day Meditation) ( Last Sunday, we remembered our mothers. Though the occasion itself may be borrowed, motherhood is not. It belongs to no single culture—because it belongs to everyone. A mother is the purest flame of memory—guiding, giving, enduring. She is the one constant in every time, every life, every sorrow, and every joy.Continue reading “Mother—Who Breathes Through Earth”

माँ—जो मिट्टी में साँस लेती है

(मातृ दिवस पर एक स्वीकारोक्ति) परिचयबीते रविवार हमने अपनी माताओं को स्मरण किया। यद्यपि यह परंपरा आयातित है, हमारे यहाँ की नहीं है , किंतु माँ तो किसी परंपरा की मोहताज नहीं होती—वह स्मृति की सबसे उज्ज्वल दीपशिखा है। वह जो हर युग, हर जीवन, हर सुख और हर पीड़ा में साथ रही है—सर्वदा वंदनीय।Continue reading “माँ—जो मिट्टी में साँस लेती है”

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”