Shubho’s passing has not only left a hole in our hearts, but it’s also a giant loss to the field of operations research. And there’s no greater testament to his impact than what his colleagues and former students have said they plan to do to keep his memory alive: Endow a permanent graduate fellowship that will bear his name. We’ll…

My musical well has completely run dry. It’s been eight months since I came up with a melody. Razab would say it’s our middle-age contentment. And he’s right. The misguided Weltschmerz of our teens; the misplaced angst of our 20s; heck, even the white-collar ennui of our 30s — plenty to mine there. But your 40s are when you realize you’re really not that unique (and you’re fine with it); when you mute your outrage because nothing is just black and white; when you’ve kind of figured out how to balance kids and career.

(Or why, this day is a big deal) — September 1 is a pretty eventful day for me, so says Facebook. On this day 15 years ago, I started my first real journalism job. And most importantly, 17 years ago, I met Aimee. Let’s reminisce … “Golden dreams were shiny days” I spent the summer of 2000 interning at the AJC, writing, writing, writing…

Twenty three years ago today, with two gigantic suitcases in tow, $200 in travelers check and a friend named Razab Quasem Chowdhury, I came to America. The guy who was supposed to pick us up at Hartsfield was a no-show. Another guy took my $5 and said he’d get me a…