Congratulations, Mumbai, your apathy truly deserves an applause. Your tax money is used to build roads, repair them, so when there are pothole-related casualties, you are paying for your own death. The biopic on the city should ideally be titled “Bombay, the City that Never Feels”.

Why is India stuck spending the better part of 2018 arguing over Sec 377, a law that has its roots in legislation that was passed while Henry VIII was King of England? Because Section 377 is vague in its definition of what constitutes an “unnatural” act.

Sacred Games is a high point for Indian fiction, but imagine if the second season were to be regulated by censors. In April this year, the I&B Ministry under Smriti Irani set up a 10-member committee to formulate rules for online platforms.

In the time that you spend adding a pair of sneakers to your Amazon cart, Jeff Bezos gets richer by $2,30,000. That is the rough estimate of how much money he makes every minute.

In a secret game of truth or dare over vodka and caviar, Donald Trump shockingly decided to speak the truth, a first for him. Both men painted the town red, like the Russian government during a crackdown on non-violent protests.

Everything is fair in love and VAR. This was true at the World Cup final between France and Croatia where a controversial VAR decision tilted the game in the favour of Les Bleus.

With 10,000 police personnel deployed in Lahore, over 300 arrests made, and high drama at the airport, Nawaz Sharif’s arrest is the most action-packed event for Pakistan since they lifted the World Cup in 1992.

In Soorma, Sandeep Singh’s wife – Harpreet Kaur in the film – abandons her husband soon after he is paralysed. She is also painted as a distraction for Singh’s goal-scoring abilities. I’ll let you guess what happened in real life. Hint: None of it.

As Killing Eve and GLOW have proved, there’s nothing more fun than watching women being absolute jerks – and absolutely human – on screen. If these shows, frontrunners for the Emmys, are any indication, we’re thankfully past the age of niceness.

English football and its fandom echoes the ethos of Indian cricket. We’re like two step-brothers separated by format, whether it is in taking pride in bashing modest teams or treating matches with neighbour countries as a patriotism test.