Let Doraemon be in Bangla: Stop Kiddy-Hindi!
by Bratya Raisu; Translated by AlalODulal.org
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Category Archives: Culture
Dr. Perween Hasan: David Nalin, “friend from overseas” or smuggler of antiquities?

Mohammad Shahjahan, ‘Smuggling of Antiquities worth one crore’ in Weekly Bichitra , November 18, 1977, p 1
David Nalin: friend or smuggler of antiquities?
Guest Post by Dr. Perween Hasan
I was surprised and angered to read a report in the daily Prothom Alo (March 30, 2013) entitled ‘ This country is destined to march forward: an interview with David Nalin, a friend from overseas’. Continue reading
Shanu Lahiri (1928-2013)

Shanu Lahiri is no more. A great and rare soul has left Kolkata and the earth.
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Politics of remembering and forgetting heroes
If you live within the territorial limits of the Union of India, it is very likely that you were unaware of two important red-letter days in late March. You are not alone. Bhagat Singh was executed on 23 March, 1931 and Shurjo Sen was born on 22 March, 1894. Continue reading
Love that Country
It was early or mid 1980s. I am just finishing my high school. 1972 Bangla film ওরা এগারো জন Ora Egaro Jon, was re-released in theaters across the country. In mine and many others’ opinion, ওরা এগারো জন is one of the ten best movies ever made in Bangladesh. This movie, made by freedom fighter turned director, Chashi Nazrul Islam and starred by Razzak, Shabana as well as star freedom fighters like Khasru, Nantu etc, is one of the best 1971 related movies ever made. Continue reading
The Skin I’m In: Afro-Bengali Solidarity & Lost Histories of America
The Skin I’m In: Afro-Bengali Solidarity & Lost Histories of America
Naeem Mohaiemen reviews Vivek Bald’s “Bengali Harlem”
Know Thy Neighbour: Aruni Kashyap on Humayun Ahmed
Cross-posted from Caravan]
Know Thy Neighbour: On the Bangladeshi literary giant Humayun Ahmed
By Aruni Kashyap
MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE in Teteliguri—a village about 50 kilometres east of Guwahati, northeast India’s largest city—was a chaotic place, home, when I was growing up, to more than 20 relatives. It was there that I spent most of my school vacations, there, in that L-shaped house—where at least three women were required to lift the huge cauldron of rice off the hearth—that I began to read. Continue reading



