The Dalai Lama once said, “Sleep is the best meditation.” Of course, his words are true and so is my dedication to this natural human need. I am sure I am not the only one who loves sleep more than anything else. Here are the struggles you can relate to if you have a strong bond with your bed.

This Week's Horrorscope

The word empathy entered the English dictionary in 1909 when the British psychologist Edward Titchener translated the German word einfühlung. He defined empathy as “feeling into”. Titchener was working with the German psychologist Wilhem Wundt at Leipzig University. Experimental psychology was emerging as a new branch that studied how people see their world and how they respond to it.

Voice of Business (VOB), the largest student-run publication and a prominent business club of Bangladesh from the Faculty of Business Studies, University of Dhaka, is launching its signature branding competition “BRANDrill 2018”. VOB has been catering to students’ needs through workshops, seminars and events for the past 10 years, and aims to continue that legacy this year with “Goodluck presents BRANDrill, powered by Click.”

There was once a time when makeup within our geography only meant the face would be plastered with a foundation ten times lighter than the actual skin colour and the eyes would be made to look no less dramatic than Sauron's ablaze eyeballs. But now the times they are a changin'.

The closing ceremony of Global Money Week 2018 was held on March 18, 2018 at the British Council. This year the event was celebrated with different programmes with the theme “Money Matters Matter”. The closing ceremony included a formal discussion session which was attended by the partner organisations and followed by a business game activity for the secondary school students, facilitated by ACCA Bangladesh.

“Why do you write?” someone once asked me. “To leave my mark,” I shrugged, “Maybe to create something that will outlive me?” “Stop it. Writing won't ever make you money,” another quipped.

At that point a bike flew past me on the sidewalk, making me jump sideways and onto a puddle of mud. My shoes were drenched, and some of the goo had seeped in between my toes. The overpowering smell of the biker's cologne, mixed in with the familiar “city smell” of exhaust fumes, sweat, and crushed dreams, disoriented me.

Blink, my rosemary bird! Blink again and repeat it.

There are various stages in a successful tour that we all remember fondly. Even the inconveniences that may have been there are seen in a warmer light. However, there is one part associated with traveling that is hardly talked about and certainly is its most painful derivative. I'm talking about the post-travel melancholia.

While I was a toddler, I would admiringly flip through the pages of my fairy tales and picture books. Glass slippers would fit, dragons would get slain, sleeping princesses would wake up with a kiss, mermaids would fall in love with man, and genies would pop out of lamps and so on. Of course I couldn't read at that time. But I would look through the colourful illustrations in my books everyday in awe.

For God knows how long, this time of the year has constituted of people bombarding me with questions relating to various aspects of a particular Christian holiday, especially in regards to Bangladesh. I'm talking about “Easter Sunday”.

After years of being the youngest of your clan, there comes a time when you're not the youngest anymore. Initially, it can be a bit overwhelming that a tiny human being is now your brand new relative. The prospect of being an older cousin, aunt, or uncle can be somewhat intimidating, but trust me when I say this—the feeling doesn't last too long.

With the start of life at university, presentations become an integral part of your educational experience regardless of what major you pursue. Consequently, observing numerous presentations over the first year of my university life, I have noticed a few categories of presenters out there.

I love travelling and books; what I love more is travelling with books. I have never been on a trip, domestic or international, where a book wasn't in my backpack. And every time I step into a bookstore, my eyes search for any hint of a book that's about Bangladesh or authored by my compatriot. More often than not, I am disappointed.

Pretty much almost all of us have speculated what we'll do if we win the lottery, and it's also a classic topic for our early school life essays. Here, you'll have an honest essay-ish feel of what I'll actually do if I win the lottery, as a generic somewhat privileged Bangladeshi male.

Have a knack for vocal harmonies, but don't have the technical prowess to put together and edit a cappella videos? Or perhaps you know how to play multiple instruments and want to show off your musical talent on social media? If it's either of the aforementioned situations, you're going to love the Acapella Maker.

Has it been a while since the last time you sat down, closed off the world, turned up the volume, and paid attention to everything an album has to tell you? Good, 'cause you'll be doing that today, hopefully,

Self-love is important. However, like any good thing, too much of it is bad. If you've gone over to the dark side of self-love, then you will be able to relate to most of the points made in this article. I apologize for any and all rude awakenings, but you should really tone it down a notch and recall that the universe does not revolve around you.

In a Vermont-based fictitious, elite college, Richard Papen befriends an exclusive group of students who study ancient Greek. The professor, Julian Morrow, is a strict person who enrols only a handpicked few in this course, and Richard manages to be a part of it. The group of five (other than Richard) is far different from the ordinary. From their way of thinking to how they lead their lives, everything is unconventional and of course, Greek-y.