Legend says that every night, Krishna descends upon a forest in Vrindavan to dance with his gopis. But in a town dependant on its faith economy, does it even matter if it's true?

Having humans as a main course for a man-eating critter is a time-honoured cinematic tradition, which over the years, has also proved to be extremely malleable. From sharks to alligators and everything in between, the dangers can be symbols of nature’s untamed majesty, or represent the consequences of our own actions.

From #MeToo to the rise of fake news to the complexity of politics, The Loudest Voice deals with some of the most controversial themes of our generation. Throw in a star cast led by the inimitable Russell Crowe that could easily be the line-up of the next Oscar favourite, and you’re left with one of the most relevant dramas currently streaming online.

As I mourned the passing of Vidya Sinha last Thursday, I couldn’t help but realise that Sinha was an Everyman’s heroine. As Deepa and Prabha in Rajnigandha and Choti Si Baat, two of Basu Chatterjee's classic outings, she oozed femininity that was distinctly Indian while embodying a sort of reckless abandon that was almost postmodern in its emancipation.

Although, none of the female characters in the second season of Sacred Games are killed off cheaply like Radhika Apte’s Anjali Mathur was last season, the new season can be accused of something worse: falling into the trap of mistaking the mere inclusion of female characters as doing justice to them.

I met Khayyam saab almost a decade ago for just a couple of hours. Yet, like most of his fans, I feel I have known him all my life. Khayyam saab, with his gentleness, reminded me of times when a lot of artists came together for a film and were happy to collaborate for the common cause – and that cause was music.

A cartoon featuring a horse person is a better illustration of the millennial situation than most live-action and other shows with regular humans.

I visited an elephant sanctuary in Jaipur with my white British girlfriend and her friends. The owner grabbed me by the arm at the door and asked, “Driver ho na aap?”

I’ve grown up never seeing my mother bare her body in front of me. And, this personal modesty rubbed off on me when I started swimming lessons. It was only in a ladies’ locker room in San Francisco, where I saw women in different stages of undress, did I realise it was okay to be comfortable in and with my body.