opinion

December 2, 2022
December 2, 2022

Finding myself in Orhan Pamuk books

It is also etched in the corners of multiple pages of the notebook I am writing this draft in. It is on my passport, also on my pajamas. It is the word the world knows me by—my name. Specifically, my last name, Nuri.

November 9, 2022
November 9, 2022

Our education system needs to deal with sectarianism better

Communal and nationalistic expressions in our education system are not uncommon.

October 19, 2022
October 19, 2022

Has the media's obsession with Shakib Khan gone too far?

Recently, there has been a surge in coverage of the actor Shakib Khan and his personal life.

October 16, 2022
October 16, 2022

How ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ mirrors the social media age

To me, Wilde’s novel articulates the deepest anxieties of the late Victorians and continues to offer us ways to interpret our own experiences.

October 8, 2022
October 8, 2022

Old sins cast long shadows: A vivisection of communal harmony as Puja ends

We can’t just wish things away, we can’t disown parts of our culture and country because they don’t fit our particular ideal. That is a cop-out, an easy way out, that is claiming we are pristine, and the dirt lives elsewhere, claiming we are saints and that is not our sin. 

October 3, 2022
October 3, 2022

The trail of leaked questions and its long-lasting impact

Question leaks are eating into our future, and it shows no sign of stopping.

September 26, 2022
September 26, 2022

Teachers and their obsession with respect

Perhaps it is a point of pride for teachers that their students revere, or even fear, them.

August 25, 2022
August 25, 2022

Why would anyone commit fraud to study at DU?

For Sazed-ul-Kabir, not going to DU was an option he wasn’t willing to entertain.

August 22, 2022
August 22, 2022

Fairer wages, or more broken promises for tea workers?

In the best interests of the tea sector, tea garden owners and government functionaries should promote true trade unionism.

August 13, 2022
August 13, 2022

How I feel about Virginia Woolf being part-Bengali

Maybe I loved her so because we were daughters of the same soil, to some extent, at least. It made me smile. But I also sneered at myself a little bit, because her soil had also ripped apart mine for over 200 years.