We can all be really critical of our own work. Writing something of your own can be daunting because you think you can never write as well as some of the other people out there.

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,

Theme issues are cool but so are regular issues. Sure, theme issues get nice pictures. But half the fun of a magazine is flipping through the pages not knowing what you’re about to see next.

How does one define, and consequently limit, fashion? From the highlighted tips of one’s hair to the pointy tips of one’s shoes and beyond, the fashion and style of the youth is an ever-changing, ever-evolving phenomenon. You can’t stop fashion.

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.

People have innate skills which often come in handy because there is only so much you want to actively put in the effort to learn. Instant reflexes are an innate skill.

Welcome 2021. And no. As much as we want to, we cannot forget 2020. It’s like that chewing gum your friend stuck on the back of your head in class two that still hasn’t come loose. But we move on, and we do so with an important message.

As a weekly publication, we always have opinions about the dates on which our magazine comes out. This week’s SHOUT gives us the opportunity to celebrate with our readers the end of 2020, a year that is unique in so many ways. I consider this to be a privilege.

If 2020 has taught us anything, it’s that making plans about your life only goes so far. As students, in our myopic vision about our future, we convince ourselves that a particular educational route, be it a certain major or institution or the very act of studying abroad, is our only ticket to success.

History is one of my favourite subjects. Always has been. Back in school, I used to rest my chin on the desk, and listen away as the History teacher

It took me a long time to realise that creativity is a process. It feels stupid admitting this after seven years writing and editing for a magazine, but when I started at a tender age,

I have an old National brand VHS player at home. Back in the 90s, my family was into Bangla and Indian television dramas, and the occasional film.

Winter is here! Sure it’s not fully here yet but for people like me who wait around for the earliest signs of the seasons changing, I’m content with managing to catch a whiff of winter air.

I walked out onto the balcony last night and felt a shiver down my spine. It was not simply because I am afraid of the dark. There was a different reason. It’s getting cold, folks.

It’s happened again, folks. The news cycle, on a break from usual dourness, has taken a turn for the morbid. A slew of horrible things have taken place at once, at home, around the world, and in our collective consciousness.

Extracurricular activities are synonymous to opportunities. Change my mind.

I love cities. I love finding out about all the different cities of the world, what makes a metropolis special and unique, I like thinking about what it is about the people living in a certain place that makes a place a certain way.

It’s gotten to a stage where reality is becoming hard to grasp. I know that sounds alarmist and people often say these things without meaning them, but let me explain.

I had a birthday recently. It’s true that birthdays become less and less exciting as you grow up. Your age, that all-important number, becomes more of a nagging reminder to get things done instead of being an excuse for youthful exuberance like it used to be. What a nightmare!

Log into Facebook, you have infinite scrolling. On your Netflix home screen, endless things to watch. Choose music on Spotify, there’s too many on shuffle. Where, if at all, does it end?