I am a Hindu woman in love with a Muslim man. Inter-religion love has never been easy but the current political climate makes the Hindu-Muslim “divide” more contentious than ever before.

A film like Shubh Mangal Zyada Savdhaan couldn’t have been conjured out of thin air. It was preceded by several underseen films that had to walk so that Ayushmanna Khurrana and Jitendra Kumar could run (and catch a Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge-inspired train).

When I moved to Mumbai, I joined a book club to find my tribe. Instead, I encountered a bunch of privileged men and women who scoffed at everyone’s reading choices. I realised in time that this collective was not about books at all, but about parading one’s wit, sharpening one’s sarcasm, and showing off one’s superior literary tastes.

A couple of weeks ago, as the CAA protests started gathering steam, I tweeted a video from a gathering in Bandra’s Carter Road. It prompted a gentleman on Twitter to label me a “bloody Khalistani”. My name was enough for him to sum up my entire existence. This is what happens when communities are othered and demonised.

I’m in a relationship where my partner’s happiness is a constant reminder that they have something that I don’t. There are two ways this could go: Either I can feel inspired, and try to walk down the same path. Or I can start hating him for it.

Men like Harvey Weinstein may be crawling out of the woodwork, but the good news is the trickle may soon stop. We might soon be done with the Mad Men generation as they approach their twilight years.

Over the past few years, the technology needed to map a person’s voice has been steadily improving. Although far from perfect, this, when coupled with a virtual avatar that looks a lot like the real thing, is a recipe for disaster.

From body-shaming fellow contestants to making fun of the #MeToo movement, as well as getting physically violent with contestants both male and female, Sidharth Shukla seems to have done it all while on Bigg Boss Season 13.

Manmohan Desai would have turned 83 on February 26. The director and producer, who made an entire country laugh out loud catered to the lowest common denominator without prejudice or judgment. Desai was an institution who chose to belong to the masses.