On Banani

I live in Banani, which means I am entitled to hate it. I also work for SHOUT, which means I'm entitled to write editorials. What you are about to read, if you're so inclined, is what happened when I realized I can unite both of these privileges.

Banani. I don't understand it. I think it's meant to be a nice place, or at least people are acting as though it is one. I suppose I can sort of see it. Quite a lot of it is tree-shaded and there are fields, a bit of lakeview, a park or two. But the fields are barren, the lake viscous and slimy, and the trees covered in dust. Where is all that dust coming from? From the various construction and renovation and maintenance projects that have transformed Banani from something worth that name to a sewer water scar of ripped roads and gravel piles and cement mixers bumping shoulders with undesignated rubbish heaps.

Why?

- Zoheb Mashiur, Understudy to Senior Ox-herder, SHOUT