The Public Administration Reform Commission has proposed a “Capital City Government” for governing Dhaka city, Narayanganj, Keraniganj, Savar, and Tongi.
It also recommended dividing Bangladesh into four provinces
Living in Dhaka is an adventure like no other; a chaotic symphony where every moment feels like a test of resilience. The city thrives on contradictions, making survival an art form and endurance a badge of honour.
The city is screaming for help and we are not listening
For years, I’ve watched two young boys hang out at a family-owned tea stall near my home. Their conversations evolved from debates about football and bikes to heavier topics like shoshon (exploitation) versus shashon (rule) during the curfew of July, questioning which path Hasina was following.
Traffic congestion is more than an inconvenience—it is a crisis that demands urgent action.
Let’s neither beat about the bush nor indulge in sugar-coating because we neither have the time nor the empathy for any of that. The plain fact is -- Dhaka is an impatient, mean, rude, cruel, and selfish city. Call it “cranky Dhaka” if you will!
The status city often serves the privileged, while the huddling masses eke out a minimal existence
Dhaka means the world to me. Most of my professional life has been here and a large chunk of my personal life is intrinsically linked with Dhaka. I am never tired of the city. Yes, there are obstacles. Yes, there are resource shortages. Yes, there are insane traffic snarls. But there is one thing which is never in short supply — great people!
Over the course of my career, I have spent a significant amount of time in Dhaka, Bangladesh and various other locations in the country.
The tragedy in Mirpur is a heartbreaking reminder of the pressing need to address this issue urgently.
There are too many people in Dhaka. So many that it’s choking the city. However, every person here is here for a reason.
Being the central hub of Bangladesh, Dhaka has seen an influx of people from various corners of the country making it the true melting pot of cultures.
You were chosen because of your heart. Because of the incredible love you carry, despite the cruelty of this hungry city. Because of the strength you have, forged by the trials and tribulations of Dhaka.
The more things change, the more they remain the same – is there any phrase that captures Dhaka as succinctly? On the one hand, our capital city is growing at an unimaginable pace, with rapid changes to its skyline and outskirts.
A city is a web of facilities and opportunities in which different agencies and communities lay stakes, push boundaries, and make bullish claims of making things better.
A review of 'Dhaka Delirium,' a collection of essays by Adnan Z Morshed.
We can eke out a smile and say, “I love my city,” albeit not by choice.
If government officials were held responsible and accountable for every incident, things would have been corrected much earlier.
