"Dearly beloved" is a series of love letters sent and received over a period of one hundred years. 27/01/1918 Dearest Alexander the Great,Yes, i did refer to you as Alexander the great.Its divine law that humanity is not supposed to find true peace and happiness in our lives. If we were permitted to achieve such a … Continue reading Dearly beloved, part 2: Flying dutchman
Dearly beloved, part 1: Kingslayer
"Dearly beloved" is a series of love letters sent and received over a period of one hundred years. 16/08/1917 Dearly Beloved,Read this later only after all the fanfare of your birthday ends. Read this letter after all the lights go dark and the music stops. After all the food is gone and you have said … Continue reading Dearly beloved, part 1: Kingslayer
Refugees, Bangladesh and Covid-19
Rohingya refugees have always been a topic of controversy at every bengali varsity graduated household's dinner table. Back in their early migratory period, the prime minister gave interviews about taking care of them, the typical muslim heart cried for their pain, we demanded a Nobel prize for the PM and as usual Bengali middle class … Continue reading Refugees, Bangladesh and Covid-19
Fiction: the ides of March
Part 1 Imagine a night, it's 8 am, you're chilling in your room, watching Netflix and chatting. Your chats vary from person to person, from planning a trip with your friend, that pair of shoes you liked, or that dude who's frustrating you, to talking about the recent sham election and how the western regime … Continue reading Fiction: the ides of March
Demand hazard pay!
Is your employer directly/indirectly forcing you to work under conditions that might cause you to be infected with covid-19? Is your employer not giving you proper equipment and protective gear? Is your employer trying to manipulate you with shame, moral obligation, threats of termination etc to force you into working under such hazardous conditions? Well … Continue reading Demand hazard pay!
The case for Identity Politics- Bangladesh vs the west.
Basing your political ideology on religion, race, class, sexuality, gender, wealth, national, linguistic or any other identity is called identity politics. Historically identity politics have done a lot of good and a lot of bad. In a modern world identity politics seems to be the hot craze in all of politics. We want to infuse … Continue reading The case for Identity Politics- Bangladesh vs the west.
Human Expiration Dates
I get very nostalgic now a days. Starting from days when I used to run away from school to play arcade games, to January when we sat close, smoked cigarettes and drank tea made with condensed milk- served in dirty cups. I have prepared to survive until the end of June. But, I fear the … Continue reading Human Expiration Dates
Sins from our collective evil
Social distancing wasn't a thing back in January. I remember late night adda with my friends. We sat close, smoked cigarettes and drank tea made with condensed milk- served in dirty cups. "I refuse to call it anthropocene since that implies humanity as a whole is responsible for this. No. Thats some malthusian eco fascist … Continue reading Sins from our collective evil
মধ্যম ক্লাসের ক্লাসিক তামাশা ও একটি কাল্পনিক গল্প
তো একদা এক বুড়ো দেখিলো তার প্রতিবেশী এক বৈশ্য দরজা জানালা খুলিয়া মহা আনন্দে ভোজন করিতেছে। বুড়ো প্রশ্ন করিলো, "ওহে বৈশ্য। কী হয়েছে বলোতো। দরজা খুলিয়া পার্টি চলিতেছে? কাহাকে শো-অফ করিতে চাহিতেছ?" বৈশ্য বলিলো, "আহা হোম কোয়ারেন্তিনের জন্যে বার্গার ল্যাবে বাঙ্গালী নববর্ষ উদযাপন করতে যেতে পারছিনে বুড়ো। এজন্যেই তো একটূ নিজে নিজে এক টূকরো ইলিশ … Continue reading মধ্যম ক্লাসের ক্লাসিক তামাশা ও একটি কাল্পনিক গল্প
সিঁদুরে ক্ষুধার্ত মেঘ
ফরাসী রাণী ম্যারী অ্যান্টোয়ানেতকে নিয়ে দুষ্টু লোকের ছড়ানো একটি মুখরোচক গল্প আছে। গল্পটা এমন যে, ১৭৮৯ সাল- ফ্র্যান্সে তখন ভয়ানক অবস্থা। গরীব চাষীরা না খেয়ে মারা যাচ্ছে। অথচ, ধনীদের ঘরে প্রতিনিয়ত শিল্পকলা-সংস্কৃতি, হাসি-আনন্দ ও খানাপিনার জলসা বসছে। এর মধ্যে একদিন এক চাকরানী রাণী ম্যারীকে গিয়ে বললো "রাণীমা, আপনার দেশে গরীব মানুষ খাওয়ার জন্যে রুটি খুজে … Continue reading সিঁদুরে ক্ষুধার্ত মেঘ
Notes from the Underground 