Aint no saint

Dhaka Attack: Just go and see the film!

Dhaka Attack: Just go and see the film!

by Towheed Feroze Many a times I have seen movie critics say that the inclination for mindless film plots does not rest with the actors. They do what the directors tell them to do. In the end, when the editing of a movie leaves countless loose ends and incongruities, the rating of the film falters. Hence, I have written countless […]

Buildings crumble, memories remain!

Buildings crumble, memories remain!

Towheed Feroze They say journalists are emotional people. Well, whether one is in the media or not, all human beings have special fondness for inanimate objects built over years of use. Take for example that old T-shirt with the name of your favourite football team which you bought long time ago when mustering up the cost was an uphill task. […]

Her aspiration: the moon and more…

Her aspiration: the moon and more…

by Towheed Feroze For the period that I have known my football-playing Marijuana-loving pal Kaliji, he has introduced me to a wide variety of fascinating people. Some left lasting impressions like Shira Salauddin (vein Salauddin) because he is found near the shaded areas of Chankharpool and the Dhaka Medical Emergency gate, helping drug pushers to find a vein to inject […]

Papimona’s Bohemian moon rhapsody!

Papimona’s Bohemian moon rhapsody!

From a distance, he looked a lot like Bob Marley – the trademark long fluffy hair, the antics with the guitar and, the simple attire made him different to most fashion conscious musicians. Under the soft moon beam, he danced while playing the guitar, someone in the shadows sat on a Cajon drum providing a magical beat. The song in […]

Eid culture, thirty years ago!

Eid culture, thirty years ago!

by Towheed Feroze 1986: the height of the pop punk rage. Everyone is wearing trainers, or in our local lingo ‘Keds’. From the early 70’s, all forms of sports shoes were, for some odd reason, known as Keds. We wore Bata/Khadim Keds to school and by the 80’s, style meant Nike, Reebok, Roadster or Pan. This was the time when […]

Caught with the pants down!

by Towheed Feroze I have a special eye for salacious news; you know the sort of stuff that sends a shiver down the spine. So, got the frisson when I read the news of a young guy and a girl caught in a toilet within the Dhaka University campus. Reportedly, this incident happened in the TSC area, where the entry […]

Masud Rana:  Fifty years and sizzling…

Masud Rana: Fifty years and sizzling…

by Towheed Feroze The door of the plane opens, the rays of the soft Italian late afternoon sun fall on the golden hair of the stewardess standing by the disembarkation passage, bidding goodbye to the passengers with the usual nod and a smile. Her face beams and the smile becomes wider as one gentleman approaches the descending staircase. Athletic built, […]

Dhaka’s swashbuckler is a Bir Protik!

Dhaka’s swashbuckler is a Bir Protik!

by Towheed Feroze Among a stream of people, he stands out; one cannot miss him, a tall, suave gentleman with an unmistakable air of pizzazz. Height is of course something to notice but the second thing one has to admire is the cut of the suit: it’s neat with no lose ends anywhere. From a distance, someone may think: right, […]

Cricket picks me!

Cricket picks me!

by Towheed Feroze Some-time in 1998, while playing squash at the Pan Pacific Sonargaon court, heard a knock on the door. A little peeved, I opened and found two famous cricketers, Wasim Akram and Mustaq Ahmed smiling sheepishly: can we have fifteen minutes from your time slot for a quick work out? Well, I was never a big fan of […]

Panther Khokon, Boi Mela and surreal poetry

Panther Khokon, Boi Mela and surreal poetry

by Towheed Feroze Brother, you must come to the unveiling of my anthology of surreal poetry, the writer exhorted. I could not say no, though after going through some lines of his poems, I felt like an imbecile. One poem, Nokkhotrer nucleus e kutshit boshonto (Vulgar spring in the nucleus of the star) left me completely baffled: Eishob kalo kalo […]