Akhil Sood

Akhil Sood writes about music and culture and struggles with the concept of Diet Coke.

  • Jaipur Lit Fest and the Cycle of Cynicism

    This almost-week is when writerly types become real functional human beings, not rickety pale-faced Palika Bazaar-knockoffs. What we do is important, they tell anyone who’ll listen.

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  • EmptyRestaurantsMakeNoNoise Empty Restaurants Make No Noise

    Empty seats drive customers quicker than a pile of funky garbage at the front door. Nobody ever wants to be the only customer inside a restaurant.

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  • TheCurrencythatDeservestobeDemonetised The Currency that Deserves to be Demonetised

    The demonetisation of the ugly gold-and-silver 10-rupee coin would’ve been hassle-free. Its existence is redundant. We already have a 10-rupee note, don’t we?

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  • AndthentheSmogStruck-AirPollutioninDelhi-Arr And Then the Smog Struck

    In Delhi, we’ve never actually done anything. At best, we’ve pointed out the flaws and the issues plaguing us; at worst, we’ve exploited them. We were smug. Until the smog struck.

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  • Galli Cricket: The Untold Story

    The sport is now dead, an unread footnote of history. There’s no space left in Delhi anymore. It’s all cars and horns and testosterone and Punjabi food.

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  • 9/11 and the Upshot of Flashbulb Memory

    The explanation for the HD recollection of 9/11 lies in "flashbulb memories". For me, they’re a welcome reminder that human beings are actually not dead inside.

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  • It’s Now Legit to Hate Coldplay

    The excessive hate that Coldplay gets has little to do with the band. It’s a victim of a trend – where a self-professed “discerning” listener disregards all pop music.

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  • A Fat Cat for 2 Hours: My Fling with Business Class

    I was upgraded to the business class on my flight to Colombo from Chennai and I began to feel like a different person.

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  • Raindrops Keep Falling On My Bloody Head

    My house has become victim to the horrors of seepage. I wouldn’t dare step out – each day brings with it a new dreadful tale about submerged cars and six-hour-long traffic snarls.

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  • The Future is Bhai

    Salman Khan is basically Batman; a rebel, a revolutionary. His life could generously be described as a superhero's - with the minor fact that he’s missing a conscience.

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  • GameofThrones What Happens When You Just Don’t Get GoT

    How can the fear of spoilers keep you off the internet for a whole day? I simply can’t wrap my head around the Game of Thrones melodrama.

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  • The Lost Art of Trolling

    Back in the day, trolling was a sophisticated art form. Today, it has been reduced to boring screaming matches. The surrealism has practically vanished.

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  • Lionel Kumar Messi Haaye Haaye

    If Messi were the captain of the Indian cricket team hanging up his boots to focus on his IPL career, he’d be denounced by fans and the media – and his wife would be called names.

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  • Football Shootball Hai Rabba

    The Euros are upon us and I fear the worst. During the World Cup, we braced ourselves for “expert comments” from John Abraham. This time it’s going to be Anupam Kher, isn’t it?

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  • The Not So Simple Su

    Like clockwork, when resident tinfoil hat expert Subramanian Swamy says something silly, we chuckle and shake our heads. But he has a PhD from Harvard.

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  • The #UBLRaid Tweets: An Exercise in Grandstanding & Glorification

    The CIA’s celebration of Usama’s killing is like a digital version of chucking tomatoes at his severed head. Wouldn’t a simple, respectful announcement be enough?

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  • Why You Must Leave Chetan Bhagat Alone

    Does having nearly seven million Twitter followers make a man dangerous? Only if you are an awful writer with a lot of ill-considered opinions. Then again, perhaps you deserve him.

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  • HeyPotheadsLeavetheFoodAlone-Munchies Hey Potheads, Leave the Food Alone

    Stoners bug me because they eat everything. They open the fridge, and they start polishing off all its contents – even the salt and pepper and half-cut nimbu and salad dressing.

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  • Gurugram: Say Hello to the Amazing City

    When a brand is faltering, you rename it, and magic happens. Maybe driving licences will now become as common as gun licences. Just kidding, people have neither.

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  • The Death of the JNU Stereotype

    As underachieving DU students, jeering at JNU nutters took up most of our day. But the sedition saga has sounded the death knell for our collective sense of humour.

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