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Today, India mourns the loss of one of its most resolute and fearless political leaders, Sitaram Yechury. A stalwart of the Left, a defender of democracy, and a tireless champion of social justice, Yechury’s passing leaves a void that will be felt across the political spectrum and beyond. From his early days as a student leader at Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU), where he served as the president of the students’ union, Yechury was known for his unwavering commitment to democratic principles and his fearless advocacy for the marginalised. In those formative years, he first made his mark on the national stage, leading protests and standing up against the authoritarian measures imposed by then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi during the Emergency. As a young leader, Yechury became a symbol of resistance, a voice of reason in tumultuous times, and a powerful advocate for the rights of students and citizens alike. His revolt against Indira Gandhi's regime showcased his courage and deep-...

  Image courtesy-  Rediff.com The life story of the 6th Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso, was ordained by many as the most powerful lama in Tibet, who eventually abandoned monastic life. In his early adulthood, he frequented taverns with friends and engaged in romantic relationships with women, earning him the nickname of the " playboy " Dalai Lama. However, a deeper examination reveals a young, sensitive, and intelligent man lacking discipline. After spending his childhood confined in a remote monastery with carefully selected tutors, his desire for independence is understandable. The violent conclusion to his life transforms his narrative from a mere jest into a poignant tragedy. Introduction The story of the 6th Dalai Lama begins with his predecessor, His Holiness Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso, the 5th Dalai Lama. Known as the " Great Fifth ," he navigated a period of significant political turmoil and succeeded in unifying Tibet, becoming the first Dalai Lama to hold both...

हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं हर काम करने में ज़रूरी बात कहनी हो कोई वा ' दा निभाना हो उसे आवाज़ देनी हो उसे वापस बुलाना हो हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं मदद करनी हो उस की यार की ढारस बंधाना हो बहुत देरीना रस्तों पर किसी से मिलने जाना हो हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं बदलते मौसमों की सैर में दिल को लगाना हो किसी को याद रखना हो किसी को भूल जाना हो हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं किसी को मौत से पहले किसी ग़म से बचाना हो हक़ीक़त और थी कुछ उस को जा के ये बताना हो हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं हर काम करने में ..... English Translation I’m always late in every chore of my life When something important is to be said. When one has to fulfill, a promise is made. When one has to call in for help… Or one has to summon an old friend…. It seems I’m always late… When it comes to lending a hand, reassuring enough to make the mend, to pace up on the roads solemn, to meet...

What’s happening at the Shambhu and Khanauri border points is not just a local issue—it's a litmus test for the health of our democracy, the strength of our economy, and the integrity of our society. It's a call to action for all of us to stand up for justice, fairness, and the rights of every citizen, regardless of their background or occupation. The Backdrop The ongoing saga at the Shambhu and Khanauri border between Haryana and Punjab paints a grim picture of the state's disregard for the fundamental rights of its citizens. Since February 13th, when the farmers from Punjab embarked on their "Delhi Chalo" march to demand fair treatment and basic guarantees for their livelihoods, the response from Haryana authorities has been nothing short of brutal. Reports of tear gas shells raining down on peaceful protesters, accompanied by the sound of gunfire and the cries of injured farmers, have shocked the nation. The use of force by the Haryana Police against unarme...

I've learned to live without you, though the scars remain, each mark is a testament, not to loss, but to gain. For in the silent expanse of my heart's lonely shore, I've found the strength to stand, to ache, to adore. The tears that fell like autumn rain, Nurtured a garden where hope would regain. Through the fractures of a love that once was true, I've blossomed, I've grown, I've learned No bitterness lingers, just a soft, healing rain, Washing away the echoes of lingering pain. For in the tapestry of healing, that time will weave I've learned to live, to hope, to believe. In the quietude, I've found a newfound song A melody of resilience, where I belong. So, farewell, with a heart that's renewed I've learned to live without you, and in that, I've been imbued.