The latest go-to place in Dhaka is “At the Table”, a food court at the crossroads of Moghbazar Mor and Eskaton, towards Bangla Motor. This intersection is one of the most chaotic and busiest in the city, making it an unlikely place for an upmarket food court.
Let’s put the spotlight on the city’s odd-jobbers and handymen -- people who take care of our household disasters.
What to do this monsoon, when Dhaka is in a shroud of either oppressive heat or unbearable humidity? Lest we forget the sudden showers, heavy rains, or a light, breezy drizzle? However, the unpredictability of the Dhaka monsoon should not be a killjoy. Instead, fill your weekend calendar with pleasurable activities if you know where the fun is.
Leaving the humid weather under the sweltering sun and entering the atrium full of chatter, noises of elevators and escalators, soft ambient music, and most importantly, the cool air with hints of perfume -- welcome to the Dhaka mall.
I once watched a documentary series featuring abandoned widows of the Hindu sect seeking refuge in Varanasi, India.
Before we delve into the story of the first motor car in Dhaka, it’s worth exploring an earlier question: When did four-wheelers first appear on the city’s roads?
Dhaka still surprises me; can you believe that? Born and brought up in this city, I think I am a true ambassador of the town -- a little eccentric, a tad bit politically volatile, and very angry for no good reason.
The backstreets of Baridhara Diplomatic Zone and Baridhara DOHS, known as Kalachandpur, are an energetic and vibrant neighbourhood that unfortunately suffers from an identity crisis.
What is so unsettling about this park? Some visitors have claimed to encounter strange voices, sightings, and a feeling of uneasiness when they were in the area.
Nestled in the heart of Old Dhaka, Baldah Garden is a haven of natural beauty. As you step into the century-old botanical garden, an array of rare species of plants welcomes you. The diverse foliage, like orchids, cacti, conservatory and wall plants, offer a scenic break.
When our Liberation War broke out, I was just shy of two. I have no recollection of what happened around me during that period.
Snacking on the streets of this city is nothing short of a culinary treat, and if you add the streets of Old Dhaka to the list, then it is an epicurean ball.
The new buzzword in town is ‘inclusive.’ It doesn’t refer only to gender inclusion; rather, from a more relevant and broader point of view, being inclusive makes us learn about disability inclusion, social and workplace inclusion, and parental inclusion, to name a few.
The much-awaited funfair of the month will be the three-day-long "Zainul Utsab" and "Zainul Mela" to be held at Charukola
The flow of life is punctuated with ups and downs, and amid this unpredictability, we make friends for a lifetime. We fall in love; we volunteer even to adopt love.
There is a small room with a curved roof, resembling the Bengali style of "dochala" hut roof, which is quite an interesting architectural feature.
Music is a language that transcends borders, speaking directly to the soul. It mends unseen wounds, bears the weight of shared histories, and offers glimpses into cultures, both near and distant.
The history of Dhaka is as fluid and majestic as the rivers that surround it. Over the centuries, the city’s course has shifted, evolving with each new civilisation that passed through, leaving behind traces of their cultures in its soil.
