Two days after the Rafale controversy, hordes of pro-government protesters stormed the streets. Confusing Rafael with Rafale and Hollande with Holland, some have set Nadal effigies on fire, others have cancelled their trip to Amsterdam.

Like India’s foreign policy, an India-Pakistan cricket match was full of ups and downs. But that was back in the ’90s and to say things have changed would be an understatement. These days when India faces Pakistan, you often don’t even hear of the game until you have Cricinfo bookmarked.

Sikkim is the last state in India to get its own airport and we’re not sure how we feel about it. We’re glad for the infrastructure upgrade, but are worried: What if we turn into the next Shimla, or even worse Goa?

Bill Hader’s Barry isn’t refreshing because of how casually it reverses all the crime-thriller tropes but because of how cleverly it employs them. The show’s best laughs arise from the fact that many of its protagonists view the business of killing as just another job.

An Indian’s deepest patriotic feelings are unearthed by tourism. Take a desi tourist to Niagara Falls and he’ll say, “Arré, Bhedaghat gaye ho?”

Twelve years ago, Khosla ka Ghosla set the template for what was to become a new direction in Hindi cinema. Marked by realism, the film focused on the modest hopes of middle-class India, and how badly those hopes can get shafted.

Lalita isn’t my bai; she is my bae. Women like Lalita empower privileged women like us by taking over domestic responsibilities and cutting out all the scutwork we should be doing.

Most Indian biopics are hagiographies, glossing over the imperfections of their protagonists. Nandita Das’s Manto is none of that. Her Manto is a dazzling writer, betrayed Indian, troubled alcoholic, and an absent family man in the backdrop of a divided nation.

I’ve been jostled in the crowd, groped by a stranger, covered in cheap gulaal, and sacrificed at the altar of the DJ wale babu. But no trauma compares to the ordeal of attempting visarjan from the deck of a ferry in the middle of a downpour.

Q. Who wants pancakes for brunch? A. Everybody