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Book Review: Nonfiction / ‘Shohoj Kothai Orthoniti’ A localised flavour of economics

Flipping the pages of a textbook often makes me feel like I’m trapped in the US. We studied economics from an American lens, using American textbooks,

BOOK REVIEW: NONFICTION / ‘History and Heritage’: Reading Bengal in a series

Even at this moment when Google is under threat of being taken over by Artificial Intelligence and you may search for anything online,

CREATIVE NONFICTION / Homeward

When I was born, my skin was dark, like my grandfather’s, in whose arms I discovered my first home. Relatives old and new, whose disappointment was being nursed by my parents’ fair complexions, looked from afar as my rotund cheeks melted into the sleeves of my dada’s discolored half-sleeve shirt.

Essay / War still rages on

We might never know how it feels when your whole existence is denied or the loss of homeland, but we can get a little glimpse of their suffering.

CREATIVE NONFICTION / Of love, longing, and music that make us

My mother’s house is beside a lake that separates the rich and mighty of the city from a little isle of people who work for them.

MUSINGS / The sound of Dhaka city

Once on a particularly smothering hot day, on a CNG ride to work, I was stuck in the most heinous traffic for over two hours. Over the yelling drivers, honking cars, and incessant cursing over why the CNGs were trying to overtake the expensive cars, I was listening to my usual cycle of songs. As coincidence would have it, David Gilmour in his seraphic voice posed the question: “So, so you think you can tell/ Heaven from hell?”

OPINION / What you call your own

As an Anglophone writer in Bangladesh, I’ve frequently faced the rather inane question of why I write in English.

BOOK REVIEW: NONFICTION / A modern love story in translation

I became an ardent admirer of Amrita Pritam, the maverick Punjabi author, an outspoken critic of the Indian patriarchy and discriminating social practices, three decades back in New York when I was putting together an anthology of world feminist poems in Bangla translation.

Book review: Nonfiction / The records of resilience

Much of the reminiscences in The Murti Boys encompass the grittiness of staving off the Pakistanis with little weaponry and a great deal of quick thinking. 

November 9, 2023
November 9, 2023

‘Shohoj Kothai Orthoniti’ A localised flavour of economics

Flipping the pages of a textbook often makes me feel like I’m trapped in the US. We studied economics from an American lens, using American textbooks,

November 2, 2023
November 2, 2023

‘History and Heritage’: Reading Bengal in a series

Even at this moment when Google is under threat of being taken over by Artificial Intelligence and you may search for anything online,

October 14, 2023
October 14, 2023

Homeward

When I was born, my skin was dark, like my grandfather’s, in whose arms I discovered my first home. Relatives old and new, whose disappointment was being nursed by my parents’ fair complexions, looked from afar as my rotund cheeks melted into the sleeves of my dada’s discolored half-sleeve shirt.

October 9, 2023
October 9, 2023

War still rages on

We might never know how it feels when your whole existence is denied or the loss of homeland, but we can get a little glimpse of their suffering.

October 7, 2023
October 7, 2023

The sound of Dhaka city

Once on a particularly smothering hot day, on a CNG ride to work, I was stuck in the most heinous traffic for over two hours. Over the yelling drivers, honking cars, and incessant cursing over why the CNGs were trying to overtake the expensive cars, I was listening to my usual cycle of songs. As coincidence would have it, David Gilmour in his seraphic voice posed the question: “So, so you think you can tell/ Heaven from hell?”

October 7, 2023
October 7, 2023

Of love, longing, and music that make us

My mother’s house is beside a lake that separates the rich and mighty of the city from a little isle of people who work for them.

September 28, 2023
September 28, 2023

What you call your own

As an Anglophone writer in Bangladesh, I’ve frequently faced the rather inane question of why I write in English.

September 21, 2023
September 21, 2023

A modern love story in translation

I became an ardent admirer of Amrita Pritam, the maverick Punjabi author, an outspoken critic of the Indian patriarchy and discriminating social practices, three decades back in New York when I was putting together an anthology of world feminist poems in Bangla translation.

September 19, 2023
September 19, 2023

The records of resilience

Much of the reminiscences in The Murti Boys encompass the grittiness of staving off the Pakistanis with little weaponry and a great deal of quick thinking. 

September 8, 2023
September 8, 2023

Navigating the maze of nutrition myths

Unlike online influencers and their various outright claims of right and wrong, Dr Wolrich’s approach is grey.

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