It’s naive to assume that the makers of Pati Patni Aur Woh didn’t predict the backlash to the misogyny in the movie. Like the success of Kabir Singh shows, in 2019, every denunciation is actually a win for a film. The fact that we’re rewarding Pati Patni Aur Woh with our attention is its own payoff.

In Uttar Pradesh’s Unnao, the rape survivor, who was set ablaze while she was on her way to a court hearing, has died. This shows that after rape is committed, the fallout doesn’t affect the rapist as much as it punishes the victim.

Ashutosh Gowariker's Panipat spends three overdrawn hours harping on the nobility of a loss, priming the Marathas' defeat in "The Third Battle of Panipat" not as a failure, but as a sacrifice. It demands the average Indian viewer’s sympathy and also their unfaltering allegiance.

The target of this week’s need for some comic relief is none other than Finance Minister Nirmala Sitharaman, who forgot for a second that she was supposed to be in charge of the Indian economy, and instead revealed her disgust for onions.

Sheetal Sathe and Sachin Mali were declared Naxalites in 2011 for giving voice to the Dalit community. They’ve paid a heavy price, but they continue to sing their songs of resistance.

Growing up, my caste identity never mattered to me. It was only in the supposedly progressive workplaces of urban India that I became a Dalit.

Founded by the criminal “godman” Swami Nithyananda probably last week, the new country of Kailaasa (pending UN approval) has finally opened its doors to the public, despite being in the works since around 200 BCE. Let’s find out more about this pure-veg party destination.

This year, New Year’s Eve isn’t just the biggest party on the calendar, it’s also fodder for a heated debate – a debate that has driven a wedge between logic and emotion. Is January 1, 2020 the start of a new decade, or not?

Despite being from a cosmopolitan family, I realised that every day, I was unwittingly consuming our caste on my plate. In the game of kitchen politics, caste is a far more deeply riven divide, than the differences between North and South Indian food.

Much before gully boys were spitting “buntai” and “boht hard” into a mic, there was one man who was rapping about Mumbai and its streets. His name is Jaaved Jaaferi. The man, who turns 56 today, influenced ’90s kids with his music, moves, and inimitable commentary. Remember Takeshi’s Castle?