The Trump Whac-A-Mole
byThe stage is set for an era of heightened global instability, where the loudest, most reckless voices often drown out those seeking reason & understanding.
The stage is set for an era of heightened global instability, where the loudest, most reckless voices often drown out those seeking reason & understanding.
Antisemitism in any form has to be abhorred as it infringes upon inviolable human dignity and respect. Conflating antizionism with antisemitism is placing propaganda over truth.
A strike on Iran’s nuclear infrastructure, however tactical it may appear, is a violation of international law, a ‘grossly unconstitutional’ move.
Here’s a deeply moving poem that reflects on the vicissitudes of life.
The Israel-Iran war is not a bilateral conflict. It is a regional crisis with significant global economic implications.
What is Netanyahu’s ultimate goal? More than merely stopping Iran from acquiring nuclear weapons, his broader aim is to assert Israeli regional hegemony.
For AI171, between departure and destination, fate wrote a different ending. Read this poignant poem.
The wreckage of AI171 still smoulders. But what truly fell was trust—trust in aviation, in engineering, in the institutions meant to keep people safe.
The shuttlecock is a humble object. It is weightless, transient, and easily broken. But in Jadurberia, it was once a livelihood, a lifeline, a link to the larger world.
The case for building a GDKP rests on both pragmatic & conceptual grounds. It offers a way to modernise national accounting systems in line with contemporary economic realities. It provides a framework for more informed and equitable policymaking.
India has arrived at a precipice. Either it reclaims its democratic integrity or watches it burn, incinerated, in the smoke of rigged mandates.
The Trump-Musk feud isn’t about ideology. It’s about dominion. Who gets to speak. Who gets heard. Who owns the attention economy.
What is laundry? Here’s a poem that explains, metaphorically, what it is?
As we mourn Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, we are called to celebrate the world he envisioned—a world where African languages thrive, where literature holds power to account, and where stories are told on our own terms.
Here’s a poem that reflects on the times of hate and the cycle of absurd violence, we all are trying to make peace with.