At 508 kmph, the reptilian SSC Tuatara hypercar owned by an American automaker is the fastest car on the planet. That’s the speed that most planes achieve during a take-off.

Politics and a targeted hate campaign followed 800, the biopic on legendary off-spinner Muttiah Muralitharan, aimed at actor Vijay Sethupathi. The actor has now decided to pull out from the project. Several people have alleged that Muralitharan’s politics caused damage to the cause of Sri Lankan Tamils.

In Delhi, two people died cleaning a “safety tank” of a gold factory without protective gear. Last week, another two labourers lost their lives while cleaning a septic tank. We talk about Swacch Bharat but India has failed to protect its manual scavengers.

Deepika Singh Rajawat, a senior lawyer from J&K, who was once representing the family of the Kathua girl, has courted controversy again. She shared a cartoon on the plight of women in the country on Twitter and has now been accused of hurting religious sentiments.

Virender Sehwag is a thorough entertainer, if there ever was one. After retirement, Viru graced the commentary box with the same enthusiasm and simplified approach. On his 42nd birthday, we can safely assert that he has changed Hindi commentary for the good, the same way he revolutionised opening batsmanship.

Aditya Chopra’s Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge, which turns 25 today, was as formulaic as any of its romantic predecessors. For most of India, it is a love story, but for many small-towners like me it was and remains the story of two fatherly figures: One that I had but could not change, and the one that I wished for.

Nine-year-old Licypriya Kangujam and 12-year-old Aarav Seth were “briefly detained” for protesting against air pollution in Delhi. They were let off but only after the police warned Kangujam of an arrest if she was caught protesting near Parliament House again.

Jiggs Kalra, the flamboyant chef, changed the way we looked at Indian food – how it could be cooked and consumed. He put a bit of Kashmir in Kanyakumari and Bengal in Bombay.

An Adarsh Hindustani Mard like me gets turned on only by sanskar. Simran was Bauji’s amanat and I had to earn her, which is what I exactly did. You see, a Mard must always know how to kill two birds with one stone. Unless they’re Hindustani pigeons.

My mother had no problem accepting my queer Arab ex-girlfriend, but she still believes in the idea of a “Hindu nation”. And I feel like a hypocrite espousing liberal values in public, but being unable to confront these challenging ideas at home. So I continued to talk to her – with love and patience.