Before reading Gabriel García Márquez, I had no idea that one was allowed to write like that. I have lived a different life because I’ve read his books.
After hugging lustfully in front of the audience in 1997, Rahul and Pooja got hitched. But it’s not easy to live with a man who uses Coke as mouthwash and a woman who records all her feelings on audio cassettes.
Last week, comedian Hasan Minhaj exposed our cynical commercialisation of cricket on his Netflix show Patriot Act. He explains how most “world” tournaments are now planned to suit India’s participation. The one question Minhaj, however, did not ask is whether the Indian cricket fan even cares.
At a party thrown by Farah Khan, Ed Sheeran was seen awkwardly posing with people he had never met before. What’s it with our Bollywood actors metamorphosing into selfie-crazed fans the minute they spot a Hollywood celeb?
Asia’s biggest vegetable mandi is at the centre of a sprawling drug trade. It’s a natural match, considering the market’s life of hard knocks and harder labour requires some relief.
We are witnessing the decline of a cricketing legacy. India versus Pakistan was the crucible in which superstars were forged. Javed Miandad’s last-ball six and Venkatesh Prasad knocking off Aamer Sohail’s off stump is the stuff of legends. Without the biting rivalry, cricket is poorer.
For a country that aspires to build Smart Cities everywhere, turn its financial capital into Shanghai, and wishes to be at the forefront of global innovation and technology, incidents like the Seemanchal Express derailment are inconvenient reminders of just how far we have to go.
A phenomenal batsman in all formats of the game, Virat Kohli’s decision-making as a captain often leaves a lot to be desired. After our performance in South Africa, we can’t help but wonder what if India had decided to pick Ajinkya Rahane ahead of Rohit Sharma. What if Bhuvneshwar Kumar was retained?
With pet raptors and human cloning stretching believability in an already unbelievable series too far, the Jurassic Park franchise has become a badly written fan fiction version of itself, and The Fallen Kingdom is the franchise’s worst entry.
Social media is only following Rule 34 of the internet – if something exists online, a porn version of it must exist too. Social media’s Rule 34 avatar is sexual media. And LinkedIn’s Red Light District is only a by-product of this.