Media today has transformed into a spectacular performance focused on visibility.
What is perhaps more insidious than the acts themselves is the language that now surrounds them. The lexicon of liberation has deliberately opted for expletives.
We need to change our mindset and up our game to improve our universities’ standing.
The collective numbness contradicts the spirit with which the masses stormed the streets in July last year.
Central to the formation of the panel is the objective of minimising political interference in the selection of top university managers.
Central to the JnU crisis is a list of broken promises.
It’s easy to dismiss Dhaka as an unliveable city. The challenge is to replace that tantrum with the determination to make the city better.
The irony is, the top bureaucrats, who fail to secure our national interests, have no qualms in claiming the larger share of the development pie for themselves.
The stories come alive when you walk in the city and meet the faces that form the mass.
The oldest private university in Bangladesh is giving its oldest public university a run for its money.
The academic rank diagram needs to look like a pyramid where few professors are located at the apex.
What prompted those devoted pilgrims in Panchagarh to ride an overcrowded boat and join a death march on the Korotoa River?
Five hundred deaths a month. Is that natural?
There is nothing wrong with such a strategy of recruiting media operatives. However, the open nature of the search robs the ploy of its X-factor and thereby self-sabotages its purpose.
The private universities are doing just fine without the presence of partisan politics.
Our universities were mostly designed as teaching universities. Even many of our iconic professors are not good researchers.
Suicide is a complex issue that requires institutionalised, therapeutic interventions to save lives, and stand by those who need support for their mental health condition.
