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  • Understanding Addiction: A Review of Like a Diamond in the Sky

    Unshaven, skeletal men, with hollow, black-ringed eyes, sitting in silent solitude in inner city gutters. Youngsters turned ageless by addiction, their endless need for the next fix drowning out all other desires, commitments or relationships.

  • An Intimate yet Epic vision: SURALAKSHMI VILLA

    In the state of seige that we are living in across the world, or, like myself, in an Italy emerging from the pandemic battlefield, a riveting book is our best means of being transported beyond our confined horizons.

  • FORGET-ME-NOTS

    Splashes of blue in the springtime green,

  • The Darkness Looming

    They said, when it will be the darkest

  • Aha Nandalals

    Like my long dead father’s face

  • Dystopian Literature: In Conversation with Critical Discourse and Contemporary World

    The twentieth century’s interactions with the popular revolutions, capitalist advent, authoritarianism, World Wars, repressive state-system paves the way for a frowning skepticism about the Enlightenment metanarrative and nuances the global literary firmament with dystopian motif.

  • The Bat, the Pigeon and the Doctor

    “Mamaa, mama re! Would you like to munch on my toast and have a sip from my sugary milk tea?”

  • A Pandemic Novel for Now and Forever: José Saramago’s Blindness

    Looking for exceptional reading a month after the coronavirus pandemic set in, I took up the Portuguese writer José Saramago’s 1995 novel Blindness, reckoning that a Nobel Prize winner’s work would be well worth spending time on in these quarantine days.

  • Poetics of Pandemic

    Any pandemic is crushing. COVID-19 is no exception. It strains cognition and emotion. It tanks economies. It disrupts communication. It alters psychology. It breeds panic and paranoia.

  • Like a Blink of an Eye

    One year goes by in the blink of an eye But the memories remain as livid as ever.

  • Barricaded Dream, Detained Sun

    Now that we are fortunate enough to be left behind,

  • In memoriam: the Harlem Renaissance

    Amid laughter, jokes and cheers, I hear Mr. Jefferson’s intellectual sneer. In “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,” you bet! I put my money in the safety of my pocket.

  • You Don’t Even Know Earth

    Look! Look outside Behold the state of the world

  • Symbols

    Symbols divide us; symbols unite us.

  • Our Anis Sir: A Tribute

    In the space of just a few months, Bangladesh has become a land of vanishing greatness.

  • Maruful Islam’s Anisuzzaman

    I can never use the past tense verbs in your case

  • Forest Teaching

    [for Samuel on his 15th birthday]

  • Nazrul’s Nonfiction Prose and the Question of Human Emancipation

    Kazi Nazrul Islam (1899-1976)—one of the greatest Bengali poets—has by now been fully assimilated into the literary canon and even into public discourse in Bangladesh.

  • From Kazi Nazrul Islam’s The Autobiography of a Vagabond

    Dear friend, are you sure you want to listen to this? I am a person with a harsh exterior and a soft heart. When you insist that I have to tell you my story, I feel very emotional and stressed out.

  • Story of a Rajpath

    It is I, a “rajpath” as they say. I had to suffer the same fate as Ahalya who was cursed into becoming the unfeeling being that she was.

  • The Other Side of the Divide: A Journey into the Heart of Pakistan

    The Other Side of the Divide by Sameer Arshad Khatlani journeys through the precarious landscape of people who live on both sides of the divide — the divide caused by the line drawn by Radcliffe in 1947 to split the subcontinent into Pakistan and India. The angst, the wounds linger on through even pandemics like COVID 19.

  • The Poet of Hope and Faith

    Let me begin my speech in this birthday webinar organized by the High Commission of India in Dhaka to commemorate Rabindranath Tagore’s 159th birthday by referring to his last public address, Sabhyater Sankat or Crisis in Civilization.

  • Rabindranath Tagore and Jatragan

    Rabindranath Tagore’s (1861-1941) childhood and adolescent memories of stage performance involve both Jatra and theatre.

  • Friends Forever in a Happening Place!

    There were six of us, bosom buddies who had studied together in the same school and college, friends for years—“good” boys. And there were the same number of them, if not more, from the same Dhaka school and college—“nice” girls.

  • Reflections

    In 1980 while I was pursuing PhD in the U.S.A. I stumbled into the world of philosophy. Beyond my engineering studies, I devoted myself to my new-found passion. Since that time, I have been maintaining a diary. The following episodes are based on selected journal entries.

  • Viral Miseries

    I always knew that life is unpredictable. But between February and April this year, I started to discover what it truly means to live an unpredictable life.

  • The love birds of Pabna

    If only I had stopped her from drinking!

  • A death robbed of its solemnity

    Ha, there you go, this is how you suffer:

  • A Man with A Cane

    The man walks Bending on his cane, picking

  • Three Spring Songs in Translations

    Aha Aji E Boshonte

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