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A+ in English, Failing in Language: The Crisis We Refuse to See

 An undergraduate spells college as collage . A postgraduate writes importance as importence . A doctoral scholar struggles with basic grammar and writes "The candidate do not realize the consequences." And yet — most of them have A+ in English. This is not about students alone. This is about a system that produces degrees without competence.  and calls it success. This blog asks an uncomfortable question: What really ails English language learning today? When Language Fails the Classroom: On English, Illusion, and Institutional Silence There are certain truths in academia that everyone knows. But no one speaks about them. Not because they are insignificant — but because they are uncomfortable. And perhaps also because calling them out would demand that we rethink the very foundations of our teaching-learning practices. This is one such intervention. Not as a final word. But as a provocation. Disturbing Familiarity Let me begin with a few instances. An undergraduate stude...

Posting Love, Changing Names: The Quiet Scripts of Digital Life

A mother posts a heartfelt birthday message for her child. Hundreds respond. The post goes viral. But the child is just a few rooms away. This blog begins with that moment— and asks a simple, unsettling question: When did love become something we perform for others? From birthday posts to changing names, this is a story about how social media is quietly reshaping how we feel, love, and present ourselves. A Birthday Post, A Quiet Room, and the Performance of Love It began with a notification. A birthday post. A mother had written a long, emotional message for her child— full of love, memories, pride. Photos. Emojis. Warmth. Hundreds of likes. Dozens of comments. “Such a beautiful bond!” “So lucky to have a mother like you!” And yet, what stayed with me was a simple question: The child lived in the same house. Just a few rooms away. The Distance Between Two Rooms Somewhere inside that house, there could have been a hug. A whispered “Happy Birthday.” A quiet moment that belonged only ...