Last week, two actors brought to the surface — in two very different ways — how, for all the fashionable talk of woman-power, female identity continues to be deeply constrained by stereotypical norms about feminine appearance
For the longest time (as some regular readers of this column know) I have declared I’m not a nature lover
When trying to explain why “just a joke” to one is deeply hurtful to another, comic artists sometimes use the concept of punching up versus punching down
For a few weeks, we, in this city have been waking up to repeated stories of young middle-class people assaulting the police
In 2005, a television event marked a turning point in Indian public culture
So, I'm absolutely loving this song Beat pe Booty from The Flying Jatt. Tiger Shroff usually creates a sense of anxiety in me
A cousin from Delhi, whom I’m very close to, but who rarely calls, called me last weekend. When I saw the call, I wondered why.
Rakhi Sawant, who's been awfully quiet since her brush with politics and her love for Ramdev Baba, is back, with a new episode of Rakhi Does Anything She Wants
It seems each day of the year now commemorates something — teddy bears, safety pins, parents, lovers.
The aim of argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress.” So wrote Joseph Joubert, an essayist and moralist in 18th century France, a time and place of much change
You know what a re-exam is, na? It’s when you fail in an exam but are allowed to sit for it again, given a second chance to pass
“SORRY” is such a tiny word, but it is packed more tightly with meanings and narratives than a drop of shampoo in an advertisement is packed with fruit oils and wholesome sighs or a hair follicle with dandruff
On Thursday, I watched, in spite of myself, the live video of 32-year-old Philando Castile, a black man from Falcon Heights, Minnesota, filmed and broadcast on Facebook Live by his girlfriend, after he was shot point blank by a white policeman, as he reached into his backpocket to pull out the ID he had been asked for
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