Earlier this week, Narendra Modi withdrew an order from the I&B Ministry proposing to cancel the accreditation of journalists who were spreading fake news. But if we are serious about combating fake news, let’s begin with the IT cells of political parties.
In our society, lustrous, supple strands still remain a source of pride for women. It even prompted the brilliant Maya Angelou to assert that “A woman’s hair is her glory.” But when what was once your crowning glory ends up getting relegated to the shadow of your husband’s, I must confess it does take some getting used to.
Almost 40 per cent of WWE’s audience comprises women. Instead of the titillating and vulgar sexuality of the mid-2000s, can the world’s largest wrestling promotion give their female audience worthy role models to look up to in the ring?
Can we please stop the hand-wringing over Suhana Khan on the Vogue cover? Don’t blame the magazine or nepotism – blame yourselves for falling over each other to see her #AirportLook. This is a classic case of the privileged, whining on about the super privileged.
I used to scoff at friends who gave their toddlers phones or ipads while feeding them. I did not want to be that mother. Three years later, it’s more likely that India tops the Olympics than my son eats without a screen in front of him.
On a Facebook group that I am a part of, someone was looking for a companion to cycle to Lonavala. Yet another family has taken off to Goa. Now is the time to to contain your wanderlust and stay the fuck home.
Why does one go to a Madame Tussauds at all? The cult of celebrity drives many of us in this country, but what convinces us to spend money to indulge in what I can only explain to myself as necrophilia of the eye?