If you are still part of the Whistle Podu Parishad, you are a loyalist who doesn’t switch allegiances even when your Captain’s hair turns grey, while a true Kings XI fan is just here for a good time, not for a long time.
Reducing India to outdated jokes about Bollywood dancing and funny accents is what American pop culture does best. Even as we see marginally better representations thanks to stars like Mindy Kaling, it’s still rare to see desis outside the context of “funny”. Trevor Noah is no different.
After 50, fast-fashion brands are passé for old-fashioned folks like me, and what the hell am I still doing with those crop-tops and coloured tights? I can sense millennials grasp at my audacity. You see, if I refuse to abide by this cultural construct, I’ll promptly be labelled as yet-another-hilarious casualty of the “mid-life crisis”.
How many Indian men can so lightly embody the many contradictions of Ranveer Singh? In our determinedly binary society, his love of lehengas on anyone else might have garnered epithets of “sissy” or “hijra”. But then, as his infamous t-shirt once declared, Ranveer always makes one thing abundantly clear: he’s got no fucks to give.
In Chhapaak, Vikrant Massey plays a journalist turned activist whose wardrobe speaks fluent FabIndia. In a video track from the movie, Massey serves looks as if it is Patrakar Fashion Week. Did he buy these clothes on EMI? Does he not have a deadline to miss?
Dear Team Sabya, this cultural romance with repairing “broken” people is getting to be tiresome and trope-y now. You know what’s worse than having your heart split open? Unwelcome company rubbing manufactured empathy in your wounds.
If you support the ban of a piece of clothing – a burqa, ghunghat, or a skirt – you’re still supporting the idea that women’s bodies, and what they put on them, can and should be subjected to regulation. Why should the world decide whether a woman should be behind a veil or cover her legs?
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the loving relationship you share with your parivaar can be fraught with difficulties. Siblings are perpetually competing for the Most Annoying award and mom keeps trying to make tinda-aloo a thing. Fortunately, there is one saviour for our shared sanity — and its name is the Indian Premier League.
As with most of the modern world’s ills, it’s easy to blame Bollywood for a dramatic shift in our Holi aesthetic. But let’s be honest – the Holi look is all because of Instagram. And Rekha.