The humble rat has proved that he is a Mumbaikar to the core. He’s got it all – the die-hard spirit, the indifference to unhygienic surroundings, the apathy to the din of construction and an immune system that quaffs anything edible, and lives to tell the tale.
Ali Sethi’s Pasoori has become a social media sensation, so much so it inspired The New Yorker to frame him as some sort of a messiah uniting Indians and Pakistanis through art. While Sethi is by no stretch of the imagination the greatest or the first artist to be revered on both sides of the border, his rise through the latest chapter of cold politics on either side of the border, is important.
Tales of gold treasure have captured the human imagination for centuries. One such tale is that of the elusive treasure which belonged to the Indian National Army, led by Netaji.
In the age of left and right swipes and insta-love on a menu card, a handwritten love letter is an anomaly. But several young people are embracing the old-fashioned romantic note.
I tried to steer clear of all things Bengali as a child. But Ma ensured we visited Shantiniketan a couple of times a year for heritage-related indoctrination.
The famous Indian “Apne ko kya?” mentality is a delicate dance of voyeurism and indifference. We want to poke our noses everywhere, without taking on any responsibility. It’s why we love Bigg Boss, which allows us the luxury of looking into the lives of others, and shrug it off just as easily.