ChaalBaaz is not a Rajinikant movie or a Sunny Deol movie. It’s instead a Sridevi movie. She is indeed the superstar, the good old “Michaeli Jacksoni”, who single-handedly drives the movie through her impeccable comic timing.

Our telecom industry is still reeling under fees from the 4G spectrum allocation. When Vodafone-Idea – a merger between a global telecom giant and one of India’s most successful legacy companies – says it might need to shut shop, you know there won’t be too many Indian executives googling “How to buy 5G spectrum.”

We managed to get hold of Bitoo Sharma and Shruti Kakkar’s marriage counsellor, who, on the condition of anonymity, agreed to spill the beans on the couple’s life post the end-credits of Band Baaja Baaraat.

The controversial Citizenship (Amendment) Bill seeks to provide citizenship to persecuted minority refugees from Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Afghanistan. Meanwhile, thousands of Rohingya Muslims, a minority in Myanmar who've fled genocide, continue to live in inhuman conditions across the country.

Following a rough patch, I went to Auroville to connect more closely with nature. Three days later, surrounded by raving firangs and vegan pizza, I realised this brand of spirituality was not for me.

There is no battle in the stinging, visceral Marriage Story, a drama centred around divorce, the ultimate war against domestic decency. That’s because it doesn’t take sides, but offers a perspective, arguing that sometimes there’s no other way to love someone than to stop being in love with them.

Pageants like Miss Universe are some of the most dishonest talent shows in the world. They claim to be in search for a well-rounded woman, but always ends up looking more like wet T-shirt contests with a patriotic sash.

I was 11 when I first watched Uday Shankar’s Kalpana, an experimental dance-drama, in a Calcutta theatre along with the illustrious Shankar family. I thought it was long and obscure. But as I revisit the film, decades later, I read deeper into the narrative of the artist whom James Joyce described as someone who “moves on the stage like a semi-divine being”.

As I witness this carousel of rape roll on, day after day, like everyone else I too am caught between two instincts. I want to celebrate the Hyderabad police, and join the chorus baying for the blood of rapists, in Parliament and on social media. But I also want to mull over the process of justice itself.