Who keeps watch on the watchdog? That uncomfortable question hangs over modern journalism like a dark cloud. The profession that once challenged kings, exposed scams and rattled governments is itself standing in the dock. The watchdog has not merely stopped barking. In many places, it has learned to wag its tail.

Journalism is often described as literature written in a hurry. The dividing line between the two is thin, sometimes almost invisible, because both share several features of expression, narration, and engagement with readers. Yet, despite these similarities, the differences in content, style, purpose, and permanence are too obvious to ignore. Literature tends to possess an enduring, timeless quality, while journalism is often immediate, transient, and at times superficial. What appears in a newspaper today may become outdated tomorrow.

How many more children must die for a "like"? This question is heartbreaking. But India will have to face it.

Radio has always carried a certain charm, intimate yet expansive, simple yet powerful. It slips quietly into daily life, asking for little but offering companionship, information and a sense of belonging. Long before screens dominated attention, radio was the trusted voice in the room, connecting distant geographies, diverse languages and countless lives through shared listening.

India has never been held together by sword or statute alone. What truly bound this vast land, across centuries and kingdoms, is an invisible thread spun by its saint-poets: a living gospel of compassion, equality, and the oneness of all souls.

What happens when a teenager secretly blows his grandfather’s money day-trading in the forex markets?