The term “Bangalee-pahari conflict” is used as a contextual term for the English “ethnic conflict.” The rhetoric of ethnic conflict or ethnic violence views ethnic identity as an immutable feature of human nature. Or, in other words, these terms create the assumption that violence along ethnic lines is “primordial” or inherent to ethnic or cultural differences. This is seriously problematic because such assumptions normalise violence. In reality, both pahari/Indigenous people and the settler Bangalees are victims of state experimentation.
Mustafizur Rahman reignited expectations of him ahead of the ICC T20 World Cup following his impressive performance in the Indian Premier League (IPL), where he scalped 14 wickets in nine matches.
Another ICC event is on the horizon, and another horrific month of cricket awaits Bangladeshi fans.
This time next week, SHOUT will no longer be there, and I am not sure how to feel about it.
Old friend, you will be kept alive in jotted snippets and paper clippings.
The mere idea that people are somehow emotionally attached to their jobs used to sound absurd to me. Yet, here I am.
Working at SHOUT has been one of the most transformative periods of my life.
The boy from Madrid leaves with his place secured among the pantheons of the United greats.
The term “Bangalee-pahari conflict” is used as a contextual term for the English “ethnic conflict.” The rhetoric of ethnic conflict or ethnic violence views ethnic identity as an immutable feature of human nature. Or, in other words, these terms create the assumption that violence along ethnic lines is “primordial” or inherent to ethnic or cultural differences. This is seriously problematic because such assumptions normalise violence. In reality, both pahari/Indigenous people and the settler Bangalees are victims of state experimentation.
Mustafizur Rahman reignited expectations of him ahead of the ICC T20 World Cup following his impressive performance in the Indian Premier League (IPL), where he scalped 14 wickets in nine matches.
Another ICC event is on the horizon, and another horrific month of cricket awaits Bangladeshi fans.
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
The mere idea that people are somehow emotionally attached to their jobs used to sound absurd to me. Yet, here I am.
Old friend, you will be kept alive in jotted snippets and paper clippings.
