Bangladeshi fathers, particularly those who came of age in the ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s, weren’t built for emotional declarations.
While you should indulge because, let’s be honest, Eid is about love, family, and licking rezala off your elbow, it’s not a bad idea to also plan a bit of a comeback. A soft, digestive reboot.
In the chaos of Dhaka traffic, one vehicle has quietly taken over: the battery-powered three-wheeler, often called the ‘Tesla’, not the sleek one from Silicon Valley, but the Bangladeshi kind.
May 1 and 2 gave us something rare. A proper show. Curated Cars wasn’t just another excuse to hang out and say, “Bro, my car faster.” This was for the real enthusiasts—the ones who actually know what a Jaguar S-Type is and don’t think a McLaren is just a footballer. So what did they do differently?
This Mother’s Day, celebrate the iconic South Asian flip-flop — more than footwear, it was a symbol of maternal authority, discipline, and reflex training, shaping generations with precision throws, psychological warfare, and unforgettable love wrapped in chappal justice.
Recently, Dhaka North City Corporation (DNCC) has announced a plan to install air purifiers in 50 spots around the city.
Ever caught yourself saying, “If only I had started saving earlier…”?
There was a time, maybe not that long ago, when the only thing you needed for a perfect evening was a book
Amidst the Covid-19 outbreak, most offices have already gone into a work-from-home process. The younger, tech-savvy crowd is all for it because most are already using apps like Slack, Basecamp and even the humble Facebook Messenger to communicate.
Two petrolhead friends, lots of drills, saws and all kinds of weird murderous looking tools and a lot of time. Maybe even all the time in the world now that they are asked to stay at home to save the world amidst the largely terrifying coronavirus.
Well not exactly summer, but spring is here in full force. With all the leaves turning, birds chirping, we’ve got the extremes rolling in too.
While, most people were stating their half-assed opinions on why coronavirus happened, xenophobia was busy rearing its ugly head.
I love puns. They make light of all heavy stuff weighing down my mind. Some are bad though. So bad people have even coined a term for them: Dad Jokes. Or maybe they meant Dead Jokes and it got lost in transcription.
“AI is likely to be the best or worst thing to happen to humanity.“
A tuktuk is as Thai as overtaking oil rich countries is American. It is loud, erratic and the open air construction will scare most people except Bangladeshis.
The nicest people I’ve met on the roads are the ones who drive something old, beaten but obviously loved.
Those were tough times before the 2000s when phones were dialed, car windows were cranked and photography required planning because it was always expensive.
I have a confession. Like many other woke people, I love to think of the idea of being fit (or that of being woke).
