If we need women to break out of the exhausting idea of selflessness, then pressuring them to “be a good girl” is exactly the sort of thing that needs to stop. What we need is a culture that sees dissent and opinion as signs of progress, beyond the myopic view of parental disobedience.

A few months into a new relationship, I discovered the man I am dating is a Modi supporter. And I’m the textbook definition of a liberal. How were we going to make this work?

A man falling sick follows the same pattern as Cinderella’s transformation when the clock struck 12. He turns from a golden, imperious-looking carriage into a pumpkin. One minute he is swerving through traffic like Schumacher, and the next minute he is lying helplessly on the bed with his tongue hanging out.

You wouldn’t expect the Isha Ambani-Anand Piramal wedding to be the biggest hit in a season of celebrity weddings. But going by the (definitely not paid for) comments on social media, the event was apparently a bigger spectacle than a Royal wedding between two Bigg Boss finalists.

The government announced today that linking your Aadhaar card to your mobile phones or bank accounts would no longer be mandatory. Three cheers for the procrastinator, who deleted all Aadhaar-related messages on sight and ignored pretty severe warnings that their bank accounts would be frozen!

I’m a Self-Proclaimed Noble Guy, someone who only thinks about doing noble things. I want to save everything and everyone. But I’m also a miser. The only time someone like me might be tempted to donate would be on March 31… to save taxes.

I was 16 years old when my first girlfriend, Tanya, believed I had been neglecting her, and lavishing all my love and attention towards Rosie… not another girl, it was her pet Labrador. In hindsight, Tanya was probably right.

One thing that I’ve found common between Indian millennials is that even though we’re dead sure about our choices, we’re still struggling to get our parents’ approvals on them. Because as parents, your generation has dedicated their whole life to their kids. Because as children, our parents’ validation for our choices has come to matter to us more than our own choices.

Alfonso Cuarón’s autobiographical Roma doesn’t simply imitate or recreate life in an upscale neighbourhood in 1970 Mexico City. Instead the black-and-white spectacle captures the memory of childhood, in unflinching clarity.

While watching Aayush Sharma in Loveyatri, I was reminded of the stock ’90s hero – someone who had the inherent talent of hamming and could champion patriarchy while celebrating matriarchy; could flex muscles as well as emotions; and become taller, sharper and stronger as the narrative progressed.