CHINTITO SINCE 1995
Pelé: Unseeing is believing
The world is grieving for Pelé, one of its most gifted sons, who won the universe with his football skills.
When in Qatar, be a Qatari
In the days leading up to the greatest show on earth, miserably apt was the Bangla saying, "Jare dekhte nari, tar cholon banka."
Bangladesh stumped by ‘blind love’
Over-dependence on technology and partisan umpiring is casting a shadow over cricket
Hollow democracies make the most noise
Probably on account of my last two articles on Covid and dengue, someone thought I was a doctor.
Aedes-Manush Bhai-Bhai?
The annual meeting of the Nikhil Bangladesh Mosha (mosquito) Samity has been convened.
Rise in Covid cases: A lackadaisical lifestyle is hardly liberty
Mask usage has come down to five percent, my guess, well below the rate of infection.
Stealing the applause and appreciation
What could be the psyche behind this ugly practice of stealing the limelight despite having no intellectual, technical, moral or effective input in any of the 23 goals that our girls scored in Kathmandu?
Living on hope, devoid of reality
Many of us believe and widely practise the cliché of, “Hopefully, this shall not happen to me”.
If not I, then who?
Trending now are a winter holding at around twenty degrees Celsius, finishing office work in a traffic jam, private fogging to rid societies of mosquitoes (members of the Executive Committee not included), and a side job or business not only to make ends meet but for a wee bit of luxury, such as eating out.
Not only Mayors, we need to make promises too
Election time is full of promises. Wowed by the vows, some of us are the happiest. Many of us are steeply sceptical; we suffer the most. Most of us believe the rhetoric, or pretend to, otherwise candidates would not have been spewing material for us to build castles in the air, election after election.
Around the world in 999 words
The following anecdote I have narrated before, but it merits repetition for sheer context.
In 2K20, let us resolve to be a little different
As we draw closer to pulling the curtain on 2019, it is an opportune moment for self-analysing ourselves.
Pink ball, espionage and beating India
My earliest encou-nter with the razzmatazz colour, discounting my childhood chushni (more about that later) was due to my kindergarten schooling at Comilla’s Our Lady of Fatima Convent.
I too am Chhatra League
1974. BUET Elections. The position of Mujibbadi Chhatra League was not at all rosy. The major threat was the student wing of Jatiya Samajtantrik Dal (JSD), drawing young people in droves by its patent ‘Scientific Socialism’. Another front was Chhatra Union, popular among cultural activists.
Till an argument do us apart, no!
Nowadays while meeting someone after a lapse of a few months, and with a gap in updated information, following the customary exchanges there is hesitation to pop the question, “How is the wife?”
Our pride, our hope, oh my Bangla Bhaasha!
Famed for his Moder Garob, Moder Aasha, a-mori Bangla Bhaasha, poet, educationist and lawyer Atul Prasad is long gone.
I am dazed and dejected, but not down. This chap is such a beyadab. He deserves one big thappar.
#Saree
The most adorable sight that thy eyes can behold is that of a child in her first saree, her small strides burdened by girdles of fabric (quality immaterial) and her vain efforts to keep her anchol in place. She will carry a heavenly smile garnished by shyness, innocence and pride of being Mommy, at last.
