I think it’s time for me to Come Out. To Tell The Truth. Mostly, I think it’s time because at this point I’m pretty sure no one will care about it
Since the Delhi gang rape of 2012, the conversation about sexual violence has gained a rightfully prominent place in public life with varied effect
So, you decide to take your parents out for dinner. You know how that goes. "Shall we go out for dinner, someplace nice?" you ask
My Malyali friend called me and said: "Hey, Google is crowdsourcing a sweet's name beginning with N for the latest version of its mobile OS, Android N. Guess what the Indian contender is?"
I emerged from a few days in what people call 'the interior' — smaller places where the Internet isn't perpetually available, and, like Lata Mangeshkar, no one knows who Tanmay Bhat is
Last week, two artists were painting an Urdu poem, in the Nastaliq script on a Delhi wall, when a crowd gathered
Before I say anything, let me make full disclosure. I love purple. We found each other in my early teens, and have been often together since
Last month, 17 year-old Kriti Tripathi killed herself in Kota, the hub for competitive exam coaching classes
Kangana Ranaut has featured in this column a few times. Almost always, it was because of things people said about her on that hit TV show Happy Bitchy Insiders, yaniki Koffee With Karan
Recently, the highly ranked Hindu College, in Delhi University, started a women's hostel. Everyone cheered and few asked why it took the 117-year-old college so long. After all, why single it out? This is the story in so many colleges even in the big cities of India
Imagine you’re 14 and already suffering supercilious man-o-logues from IIT-bound boys, about the technical greatness of Pink Floyd
Ever since I can remember, introducing myself has been torture. First, it was only the Bengalis. As soon as I said, "I'm Paromita," a tidal wave of Bengali would rush at me. Gritting my teeth, I'd say I am not Bengali
To see R Balki's Ka and Ki is to see a gigantic missed opportunity, both politically and artistically, but also, to see that these two ambitions — the political and the creative — are intertwined. Both require the power to reimagine forms, social or artistic, with genuine insight
Last year, sick on a weekend, feeling sorry for myself, I called two of my friends and demanded they come see me with flowers and chocolate. We ate our sweets, gossiped and had a convivial time. Then, one of them became pensive. "What is it?" I asked
As with notions of the nation, so with feelings about family, popular cinema is often the place where new, still-forming ideas are reflected, emotionally managed and normalised.
When I was a kid, if one acted too fancy or wrinkled one’s nose at desi things, like, for instance, saying, "I don’t want parathas for tiffin! I want sandwiches!" (or called tiffin, the lunchbox), one of your formidable maasis or buas would snort, "angrez chale gaye, aulad chhod gaye."
If you see Vijay Mallya, please tell him I’m looking for him, yaar. I need his help.
I’ve been grinning often while checking out my social media newsfeed. What’s making me grin? Posters I see for a march on March 8, International Working Women’s Day, in Delhi, from a growing group of university women, organising under the name Pinjra Tod.
We are a country addicted to soap operas and the daily soap is, arguably, the most influential narrative form of this century for India
The Rajasthan government has removed all Western poems and Urdu words from its school text books.