Syed Ashfaqul Haque

Steam goes off, lid in the handle slides down to be in airtight mode, and pressure starts to mount again within the sealed pot before the next hiss. At the end of a few hissings, foods are cooked faster than time, with lesser energy burnt. A simple knowledge about "how to manage pressure" led to the invention of pressure cooker by French physicist Denis Papin way back in 1679.

Just imagine a day without a mirror. You’re getting ready for work, not knowing how you look. Your car, without rear-view mirrors, is on the busy road to office, negotiating the peak hour traffic.

The reflections in the controlled media are just like visual distortions to people, who always turn to free media for authentic information. A free media is after all the mirror they need. And, press freedom, not the ‘praise freedom’, is what turns a media into that mirror.

Humility is the rarity that goes sorely missing in people with power. Among hordes of influential people in our society, only a few stand apart as rarity, a light of hope for the society against show of arrogance. With the passing of Latifur Rahman, a light of rarity went out for good.

Protected and unprotected: an oblique line of the government’s preference separated the two.

Protected and unprotected: an oblique line of the government’s preference separated the two.

Eid is here, yet a sense of huge emptiness engulfs each of us. Happiness, where has it gone?

A private foundation of Suhana and Anis Ahmed sends out this message to society’s all-haves while taking some burdens off the shoulders of no-haves during an unprecedented humanitarian crisis that Bangladesh has ever faced due to coronavirus pandemic.

About 13,000 drivers of CNG-run three-wheelers in the country are among this vulnerable group. They have mostly remained out of the radar of aid. The government’s assistance or wealthy people’s financial help have hardly reached them. Having exhausted meagre savings and loans from relatives, they’re bracing themselves for the seemingly inevitable.

Bangladesh got a little break from the doom and gloom of the coronavirus pandemic yesterday when Hitachi in Tokyo launched its made-in-Bangladesh IoT application-based airCloud Pro device, which manages large cooling and heating systems remotely.

Bangladesh got a little break from the doom and gloom of the coronavirus pandemic yesterday when Johnson Controls – Hitachi Air Conditioning in Tokyo launched its made-in-Bangladesh IoT application-based airCloud Pro device, which manages large cooling and heating systems remotely.

“Herd immunity” is the ultimate answer to any pandemic, and Bangladesh, by no choice of its own, is rushing towards it to keep coronavirus at bay.

Discount, deferred payment, auction or cancellation! Options are being dished out by the buyers and importers of Bangladeshi garments to its makers. As Europe stutters to reopen after the coronavirus pandemic, global apparel businesses are making up their loss with money of manufacturers.

April in Dhaka is not what we know of. The month behaves almost like spring now.

Unlike any polls in the past, eligible city dwellers yesterday were free to exercise their right to vote through machine, for the first time, at all centres across Dhaka.

“Casino” in Bangladesh! Not one or two, 60 in total are operating right in Dhaka city. It’s no makeshift, behind-the-shanty mundane affair. Inside, those “casinos” are as real and as glittering as in Las Vegas. All were there: gambling machine, liquor, and swirling of no less than 120 crore taka every night.

Ehsan Hoque was lucky not to be blind for life, after his birth in 1964. Born with congenital cataracts, an optical disorder responsible for child blindness, he could survive with a limited eyesight. However, unlike most other victims of child blindness because of infections or nutritional deficiencies in pregnancies, his story was to unfold completely differently over the next five decades. His eyes in distress would eventually transform him into an angel parent of children in distress.

Empty! Emptiness, everywhere across Dhaka North yesterday. Empty voting centre, empty polling booth, empty ballot box and empty look in the faces of polling officials. As if the word empty personified the city elections of yesterday, the day when over 30 lakh voters were supposed to elect the mayor of their region.

How dare you hit my children! These are the children whom we protect every single moment from every single harm. We leave nothing to chances as far as their security is concerned. Our children on the streets have come under attack, and we, the parents, have every right to ask who has given them the right to touch our children.

Road-wise, Bangladesh remained a student republic for the last seven days. It's about time it went back to what it is: a people's republic.