Rubana Huq
KNOT SO TRUE
Dr Rubana Huq is vice-chancellor of Asian University for Women.
KNOT SO TRUE
Dr Rubana Huq is vice-chancellor of Asian University for Women.
Every time a Western consumer walks into the store and checks the manufacturing source, they don’t question the quality, but the ethical integrity of the product.
Business associations have been subjected to an endless game of masquerade where garlands, pictures and faces changed with the direction of the political wind.
Although we have the Graffiti Writing and Poster Sticking Control Act, 2012 to prevent visual pollution, nothing much has been done to implement it. Why, though?
Politics 101 today runs the risk of being solely authored by autocrats from all over the world.
Eating less and battling calories have been pains of the highest order. But little do we know that our minds have everything to do with our appetite.
Instead of better governance and practices yielding better returns, most US companies emphasise 'value' over 'values.'
Six years ago, a perfectly healthy man in his 60s just left me and my children in a state of shock and emptiness.
The RMG sector needs to be united in being professional, go forward with value addition and, most of all, opt for strong industrial relations with labour.
I spent eight hours on the road, trying to go to and return from Banglabazar in Gazipur. A few months back, Bashir, our ever-smart driver, took 40 minutes to reach Banglabazar. Yesterday he took 3.5 hours to reach the place, and another four hours to return. For both the trips, he deserves to be placed in the Guinness book of records.
Anniversaries are scary. They are reminders. While one celebrates life and bonds on anniversaries, in no time one also becomes a chip of a mosaic laced with memory.
In a discussion of inclusive growth two days ago, someone across the table brought up the topic relating to new employers coming into the F-commerce (Facebook commerce) and asked if they would be subjected to labour standards as well.
Winds of change have hit us. In a recent trip to the West, I missed Spring. A bitter cold wave was then sweeping all across Europe. Even Madrid had snow-capped mountains. It seemed as if the weather was all set for a change. Every flight that I took, in and out of Europe, was more turbulent with unexpected cold air hitting aircrafts with intolerable cruelty.
Your realities are being separated today. In social media, you have the option of being offered in the newsfeed over public news. What you read and what you write are on two different planes. You read what is being fed and you write about who you are. The focus has shifted from the public to you. You can now broadcast your own self. You can write your own opinion editorial, and also choose your readers.
Being a woman meant landing in Tokyo at 6:30 in the morning, catching up with a dear friend over a coffee in her car while being picked up from the airport, ending up at the Hotel at 9:00, only to run straight to the restroom to change and hurry out with luggage, not even having time to check in, and ultimately carrying the same bag to the conference, without being able to leave it with the concierge in the absence of a room number.
The response of your columnist to the question “How are you?” usually ranged from “Dhuro” back in the teen years to more currently “Could be better”/“Couldn't be better”/“Couldn't have asked for more.”
Somehow, we are not reacting fast enough. Somehow complacency is setting in.
I have an advisory council at home, which has unilaterally elected my son as the president, my daughter as the VP, my daughter-in-law as the general secretary, and my eldest daughter who lives abroad as my remote assistant.
Stepping into unknown spaces,