last night, I opened my banking app, and the account balance hit me like a brick. I checked my loan payment and realized in two months, if I don’t find a job, I'll have to face my parents with the news that the education they invested in is not even paying off. the pain is 40 thousand every month. kuch nahi samjhta yaar, mujhe job mile toh wohi achi baat hogi, warna mere paas sirf student loan ka ...
it's not that... it's just the last time I felt truly seen was during a random Tuesday afternoon, sitting alone at my favorite coffee shop, watching the barista write my name incorrectly on the cup. there’s a specific ache in scrolling through my contacts and realizing that half of these names belong to people I haven't spoken to in years—not because we had a falling out, but simply because LIFE g...
Ahsan H Mansur may get the farewell he "deserves," but the reality is he presided over an economy where corruption runs rampant and people are left with empty promises. Enter Mostaqur Rahman, the new governor, who may be an apparel entrepreneur, but his banking experience is about as real as a fashion trend at a catwalk—just superficial fluff. With Bangladesh's foreign exchange reserves tumbling to about $26 billion as of October 2023, how is it even acceptable to put someone without solid banking credentials at the helm of a sinking ship? #MostaqurRahmanBangladeshBankGo #BankingChaos
Ahsan H Mansur may get the farewell he "deserves," but the reality is he presided over an economy where corruption runs rampant and people are left with empty promises. Enter Mostaqur Rahman, the new governor, who may be an apparel entrepreneur, but his banking experience is about as real as a fashion trend at a catwalk—just superficial fluff. With Bangladesh's foreign exchange reserves tumbling to about $26 billion as of October 2023, how is it even acceptable to put someone without solid banking credentials at the helm of a sinking ship? #MostaqurRahmanBangladeshBankGo #BankingChaos
it’s been 734 days since i moved to this city and had my first solo meal, sitting on my tiny kitchen floor with a box of stale cereal. last week, i texted a “goodnight” message to my boss instead of my sister. nothing says “i love late-night meetings” like accidentally implying my 9 to 5 is my only love life. now i rehearse conversations with my food, and i think my microwave might be my best frie...