It’s another week of social distancing, and almost all of us are having to work or study from our homes. That being said, it’s important to know what you should and shouldn’t do when you find yourself in a video call. Here are some tips to help you out.

We are living in a strange time. I think for the first time in a while, people are promoting staying at home over going out and “carpe diem”, or whatever is the general jazz most motivational speakers like to throw your way.

“I find it unfortunate that the University decided to take such a decision without even considering the opinions of the students who are paying hefty fees for the whole semester.

With the country in shutdown, how are young doctors and interns at the medical colleges and hospitals taking up the fight against Covid-19?

To this day, many stories from our Liberation War of 1971 remain untold, unheard of, yet passing down generations. Far from the battlegrounds, these are stories of our friends and families on the home front.

Smoke clouded his vision, The roads were broken, As demolished cars and clusters of branches, Blocked the road.

Prof. Dr. S. M. Mahfuzur Rahman has been appointed as the Vice Chancellor of BGMEA University of Fashion & Technology (BUFT).

The Gregorian English Language Club hosted the 3rd National English Carnival presented by NRB Bank Ltd. on March 13-14, 2020. Around 3000 students from 34 institutions and three cadet colleges attended the carnival.

The much anticipated TEDxGulshan took place recently at RAOWA Convention Centre, Dhaka, with the theme “Innovation Enabling Social Change”.

In the momentous month of March, I seized the opportunity to visit the Liberation War Museum.

How do people learn about the history of our country? When they teach us at school, do we retain any of that? Does it do enough to inform and inspire younger generations on what it took to gain independence? On Independence Day 2020, let’s try to answer some of these questions.

The gunfire had ceased, the agonising cries could no longer be heard. The streets of Dhaka went silent after a night that many had thought would outlast eternity itself. Karim left his residence in Mohakhali and headed towards his hometown in Daudkandi to meet up with his family.

My grandfather, in those times of danger and uncertainty, was met with an unfortunate occurrence that could have resulted in his demise.

On the second floor balcony of their three-storey house on Abul Khairat Road in Becharam Dewri, Dhaka, two brothers were fighting.

For many, life went on during the war. Balconies were off-limits, beds were dismantled, valuables – buried. Offices ran at full capacity, spurred by the fear of being killed for missing days, as had been the case for many.

Whenever my father talks about his experience of the war, there’s one story that he always tells us about with a warm smile and tired eyes. During the war, he was around ten years old, so his mother refused to let him join the brutality. Instead, they opted to feed the freedom fighters who were stationed near their hometown in Brahmanbaria. Thus began my father’s life as the rice boy.

The constant upheavals began when my peaceful slumber was shattered by a rain of bullets on March 25, 1971. I watched in fear from the balcony of our flat in Banani, while your grandfather went up to the rooftop with the neighbours. The children, including your mother, wanted to see as well, but I shoved them inside.

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The study of history has been a lifelong area of interest for me. Invariably, one stumbles upon the question of what purpose it serves. A lot of people think that history repeats itself. Some people like to think history will give you a basis on which to build identities for the future.

I love crabs. I love to catch them, tie their large nippers, and eat them. I’ve learned a lot about the large mud crabs from the Sundarbans by watching crab fishermen. However, I visited a commercial crab farm recently, which has changed how I feel about them.