It is essential to bring the entire rickshaw industry under government administration.
For how long will public money be plundered without any accountability?
Before jumping into the realm of artificial intelligence, we should start with some old-fashioned “common sense”
Dhaka needs an integrated traffic management plan, based on advanced technology and a scientific approach.
Some say that living in Dhaka is not easy and for those who have lived here for years, nothing is easy. In fact, living in this city makes it easier to tolerate any other inconvenience with a hair-flip. Someone spat inches away from your feet? Tolerate. It landed on you? Wipe and move on. The world might have a fancy word like noise pollution for needlessly honking cars but we know it for what it really is — soothing white noise that one could even fall asleep to. Which happens often, during the long respites the city graciously bestows on us to and from work every day without fail. We lovingly call them traffic jams.
Monsoon is dreamy for some and exasperating for others, yet it is the best season in Bangladesh. The rivers are full and abundant with sweet water fish, nature is at its greenest best.
Dhaka traffic, a never-ending nuisance
A few days ago I travelled to Kushtia, a city situated in the southwest of Bangladesh from my hometown, Mymensingh. As our car was about to enter the city, we were faced with a huge tailback of trucks, cars, buses, and vans carrying passengers and goods.
The Khamarbari roundabout in the capital on the southeast end of the Jatiya Sangsad Bhaban has become a traffic nightmare largely
It is essential to bring the entire rickshaw industry under government administration.
For how long will public money be plundered without any accountability?
Before jumping into the realm of artificial intelligence, we should start with some old-fashioned “common sense”
Dhaka needs an integrated traffic management plan, based on advanced technology and a scientific approach.
Some say that living in Dhaka is not easy and for those who have lived here for years, nothing is easy. In fact, living in this city makes it easier to tolerate any other inconvenience with a hair-flip. Someone spat inches away from your feet? Tolerate. It landed on you? Wipe and move on. The world might have a fancy word like noise pollution for needlessly honking cars but we know it for what it really is — soothing white noise that one could even fall asleep to. Which happens often, during the long respites the city graciously bestows on us to and from work every day without fail. We lovingly call them traffic jams.
Monsoon is dreamy for some and exasperating for others, yet it is the best season in Bangladesh. The rivers are full and abundant with sweet water fish, nature is at its greenest best.
Dhaka traffic, a never-ending nuisance
A few days ago I travelled to Kushtia, a city situated in the southwest of Bangladesh from my hometown, Mymensingh. As our car was about to enter the city, we were faced with a huge tailback of trucks, cars, buses, and vans carrying passengers and goods.
The Khamarbari roundabout in the capital on the southeast end of the Jatiya Sangsad Bhaban has become a traffic nightmare largely