Ehsanur Raza Ronny

The Writer’s Block

The fourth of this month was the unofficial holiday celebrating the Star Wars franchise. All Star Wars movies grossed a combined box office revenue of over US$10 billion. It is currently the second-highest-grossing film franchise, right after Marvel’s US$18.2 billion behemoth.

Not my humble words. No. These words have far greater weight than I could have added. And it is true.

Nobody wins really. It has been tried and tested in countries across the world: the less you make contact with other people, the greater the chances of stopping the viral pandemic.

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Vietnam and Singapore, being financial opposites, are model examples of how to effectively contain the Covid-19 pandemic

Those of us who can stay home are the lucky ones.

People have finally started to wake up to the fact that this just might be more serious than all the celebratory preparations would suggest.

Amidst the Covid-19 outbreak, most offices have already gone into a work-from-home process. The younger, tech-savvy crowd is all for it because most are already using apps like Slack, Basecamp and even the humble Facebook Messenger to communicate.

Two petrolhead friends, lots of drills, saws and all kinds of weird murderous looking tools and a lot of time. Maybe even all the time in the world now that they are asked to stay at home to save the world amidst the largely terrifying coronavirus.

Well not exactly summer, but spring is here in full force. With all the leaves turning, birds chirping, we’ve got the extremes rolling in too.

While, most people were stating their half-assed opinions on why coronavirus happened, xenophobia was busy rearing its ugly head.

I love puns. They make light of all heavy stuff weighing down my mind. Some are bad though. So bad people have even coined a term for them: Dad Jokes. Or maybe they meant Dead Jokes and it got lost in transcription.

“AI is likely to be the best or worst thing to happen to humanity.“

A tuktuk is as Thai as overtaking oil rich countries is American. It is loud, erratic and the open air construction will scare most people except Bangladeshis.

The nicest people I’ve met on the roads are the ones who drive something old, beaten but obviously loved.

Those were tough times before the 2000s when phones were dialed, car windows were cranked and photography required planning because it was always expensive.

I have a confession. Like many other woke people, I love to think of the idea of being fit (or that of being woke).

Being familiar is a sure fire way to a slow agonising death. Doing the same Uber shuffle, eating the same cup of watery, sugary Nescafe and scrolling through the endless Facebook feed of ‘look what I just bought’. You can’t grow if you’re not a little uncomfortable.

What kind of an end are we talking about here?