Azmin Azran

I am in a love affair with Bangla grammar. It’s not like I am good at speaking or writing in Bangla, regrettably so, but I just really enjoy small tidbits of Bangla grammar that I learned in school.

High quality videos on city planning.

What's with this fascination towards engineering?

Parenting must be so daunting. Imagine being in charge of an entire person, one who doesn't know how to do anything.

National days get stranger as you grow up. As a child, you are told what a certain day commemorates, you’re told the stories, and

I was five when I first visited Cox’s Bazar. We took a train from Kamalapur, and I was super stoked, so much so that I unboxed and

Nothing less than an ethereal experience.

I travelled to a beautiful place last week, and the last time I travelled before this was in March. I remember both vacations clearly, but if you asked me details about the months in between, there wouldn’t be much I would be able to say.

Fat shaming is a pattern of behaviour that shouldn't belong in our society.

Are things getting back to normal? Do I even dare entertain the thought?

For readers with a keen eye, or even a lazy one, this week’s SHOUT should look very different. It’s prettier, and it’s also an issue consisting only of fiction pieces.

The Internet has been on my mind this week. That is not to say it isn’t on my mind constantly, every breathing second of my life is spent thinking of things on the Internet, of how to be on the Internet. I even think about how others have been on the Internet and whether I like what I see.

I often think of my time at school like a wildlife documentary. Students are the dominant species of course, owning the space, adapting to the

11 European football giants and Tottenham announced to establish a “European Super League”.

In terms of national events, most of us won’t be experiencing anything nearly as important as the 50th anniversary of Bangladesh’s independence in our lifetimes.

"I am here, Pasha. Show yourself."

A young me in class 8 held strong prejudices against all studies that were not related to science. I didn’t know any better, to be honest.

No matter the curriculum or medium of education, schooling is deeply flawed in our country. It’s clear every time we take a daringly honest stroll down memory lane,

The night calls out with blaring horns, Trucks and buses and uncompromising scorns,

My mother tells me a story of the year I was born (some time before the turn of the millennia), and apparently, winter that year was insane.