Shamsad Mortuza

BLOWIN' IN THE WIND

Shamsad Mortuza is the Pro VC, and the Head of the Department of English and Humanities at University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh.

December 11, 2021
December 11, 2021

From Disgrace to Grace

The recent announce-ment and endorsement of the resignation of two high-profile figures have rocked the political boat. A mayor and a state minister have given up their offices—or should I say,...

December 4, 2021
December 4, 2021

Prof Rafiqul Islam: A great chronicler

There was a 10mm glass wall at ULAB that separated Prof Rafiqul Islam’s office room from mine for more than three years.

November 27, 2021
November 27, 2021

Protecting our Students from the Wrath of the Titans

Every time I pass by the Banani flyover area, I look at the worms that have come out of the deep to rear their heads to announce the underpass underneath, and ask myself why the much-hyped...

November 20, 2021
November 20, 2021

The digitalisation of our birth

“Do you know that you cannot die without being born first?”

November 13, 2021
November 13, 2021

Our development and the middle-class dilemma

The planning minister recently used an onomatope—a word that imitates the things signified. He referred to the economic growth of the country with the sound image of “shonoi, shonoi,” which can be...

November 6, 2021
November 6, 2021

A lemonade for the illusion of confidence

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

October 30, 2021
October 30, 2021

The Untranslatable Porosrikatorota

Is the Bangla word “porosrikatorota” really untranslatable? Does “envy” or “jealousy” fall short of denoting the condition of feeling down after seeing the success of others?

October 23, 2021
October 23, 2021

Our Shrunken Mentality

The sudden onrush of floodwater flowing into the country through the Teesta at a measured dangerous level—soon after the equally sudden disruption of peace and vandalism of temples and altars in...

October 16, 2021
October 16, 2021

Death is inevitable, but we must not get used to it

I wrote this short poem a long time ago, inspired by a cemetery headstone. I was ruminating over the plight of a man who had transformed into a corpse, then reduced to a sign marked by dates. In...

October 9, 2021
October 9, 2021

A momentary lapse of reason

Recently, while I was driving to my office, an SUV full of security men whooshed past me on the wrong side. I slowed down and let the car come to my lane near Ganabhaban.