Haider is a Bangladeshi poet who lived in political exile in Kolkata before moving to Berlin.
Fifty years ago, in the aftermath of a difficult war in which India played a crucial role, a new nation — Bangladesh — was born. Bangladeshi poet Daud Haider remembers the day when freedom came to his people
In the 50 years since its independence from Pakistan, Bangladesh has moved past religion and the two nation theory.
Indigenous languages increasingly have a localised and restricted existence — overwhelmed by global markets, global economics and global corporates. The mother tongue is gradually being dwarfed by these staggering influences and is relegated to a marginal space in the global village.
For those of us who saw the fall of the Wall, the history of the fall is not yet in the past, the 30 years in between seem like yesterday because the Wall still exists. The fall isn’t complete. This wall is made of politics, economics, discrimination.
Rabindranath Tagore Jayanti: Abroad, too, cities with large Bengali populations celebrate the phenomenon called Rabindranath. New York, London, Chicago, Toronto, Paris boast Rabindra Sangeet academies, the number of students increasing by the day. The real reason is the desire to keep close to one's language, the land of one's birth.
The things we don’t talk about when we talk of exile.
I was born on February 21, 1952 — the day the language movement began in Dhaka
When Gunter Grass bathed in a malarial pond and we roamed the city end to end.