The Japanese are an eccentric bunch. If anime and manga haven't convinced you of it, then sitting through a few television advertisements should be enough to sway your opinion.

My human seems to be sleeping quite peacefully. After all it's only dawn and she did go to sleep like a couple of hours ago.

Rooh Afza is like nectar for the soul. The term “Rooh” translates to the soul or spirit in Arabic, and “Afza” must mean something just as important.

The only thing we, as a nation, love more than food is, well, free food. Therefore, every new restaurant that comes along with their assortment of generic fast food decides to utilise this collective affinity towards free food to their advantage.

Humans have a strange obsession with the classification of pretty much everything. While I'm more of a cat than a human, I still categorise stuff from time to time. So here are some common types of texters.

Suppose you're hanging out with a few friends, and the adda isn't quite firing up. For times like this, we've always resorted to party

“This year people will finally appreciate all the things I do for them.” This is the silent prayer that I utter to myself before I start my

I'm aware that I'm not exactly the ideal housemate. But I'm also not the one hauling around a bulldozer in my room at 2 AM, so I think it's safe to say that I win in comparison. I'd really rather be sleeping right now than teaching you how

There are all kinds of battles – boys vs girls, Barcelona vs Real Madrid, Hillary vs Trump, yet one battle has managed to create a conflict among us Bangladeshis: kacchi biryani vs burgers.

The opinions expressed in this totally legit article are the writer' own, send all your hate to him. Plus he can't even play an instrument, what a loser.

Bookworms usually tend to have it hard. By “it”, I mean “the book”, which they usually prefer to have in hard cover.

The day starts with me suddenly waking up in puddle of my own drool on the table. The laptop screen is frozen. The title on the webpage reads “Alien sightings in Dhanmondi!” I still haven't managed to crack the last case about Hatirjheel being the gateway to Atlantis, but I have decided to give it a rest for the time being. The place discharges a foul stench of waste that lingers in the air like the thick, malicious smell of Mordor.

To some extent, don't we all?

Ever since I opened an Instagram account, I've been bombarded with posts from people that are much more artsy and themed than my posts can ever hope to be. I felt like it was suddenly a shortcoming to not be “aesthetic” so I went and did a little research on what you really need to do to achieve this.

Finally asked that boy/girl out? Great! You're halfway on your way to disappointmentville where you will be constantly let down but you'll still have to keep pretending you're having a good time and this is what you want; when we all know what you really want is just a donut.

We've all seen Bangladeshi TV advertisements. It might be in brief bursts during Ittyadi, in longer bursts during cricket matches, or in never-ending streams during your favourite Eid-er natok.

Gaming is the ideal pastime for many of us. There's nothing better than losing hours of your day immersed in a fantasy world. However, for those unlucky enough to game with garbage hardware (a potato), the experience varies slightly.

Fanfiction is a… difficult thing, to say the least, in terms of all the things you could feel while reading it. We've all been there (well, I HOPE we've all been there or this is woefully inaccurate)

Even though you're in your 20s, you will forever be that love struck 13 year old who writes vague statuses about love and heartbreaks on Facebook. All your 500+ word statuses are dedicated towards a mysterious crush and you even took up writing fiction because you think your heartache has opened a creative door in your brain.

"Sports is my passion; football is my game."