When Johannes Gutenberg invented the movable-type printing press in 1455, he could hardly have imagined a future where publishing a book would become so simple that almost every writer could become their own publisher.

It is eight on a warm summer morning. At a dusty road junction in a village of Govardhan tehsil in Mathura district, a group of boys and girls waits for the school bus. Their uniforms are spotless. Their shoes shine. Colourful school bags hang from their shoulders.

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 What appears in a newspaper today may become outdated tomorrow.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.