Civilisational resurgence
As India marks 12 years of Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s leadership, one of the most pro fond transformations has been the quiet yet decisive resurgence of Bharat’s civilisational identity.
As India marks 12 years of Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s leadership, one of the most pro fond transformations has been the quiet yet decisive resurgence of Bharat’s civilisational identity.
The selection of a 15-year-old for India’s senior cricket team is not merely a story about precocious talent.
For years, India’s electric vehicle debate was driven largely by environmental concerns.
A state with a per capita income well below the national average has, over the years, surprised demographers and public health researchers with faster-than-expected gains on child mortality, institutional births, and school enrolment.
Courtesy the Instagram handle of The Indian Express, the sight of factory workers wearing head cameras to train artificial intelligence should trouble anyone who cares about dignity at work.
The deaths of seven elephants on a railway track in Assam are not just a tragic accident; they are a stark reminder of how India continues to underestimate the cost of development imposed on living landscapes.
Global recognition has finally caught up with what Lucknow has long known about itself: that its food is not just cuisine, but culture carefully simmered over centuries.
When ‘Babu’ and ‘Da’ become national issues, the voice of a 22-year-old Aurobindo Ghosh from Baroda can still be heard above the political din in contemporary India. Writing a series of essays in 1893-94, the young Aurobindo Ghosh stated: “Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyaya, the creator and king of Bengali prose, was a high-caste Brahman and the son of a distinguished official in Lower Bengal.
From December 18 onwards, a Delhi commuter may pull into a petrol pump as usual, only to be silently refused fuel: no argument, no explanation, no warning.
As I stood watching the overwhelming rush of people gathere d for religious rituals in many temples, what struck me most was not devotion, but the silent suffering hidden beneath the noise - the rows of goats waiting to be sacrificed in the name of faith, their lives valued not as sentient beings but as symbols of offerings.
