Dushyant Kumar’s poetry freed me from the cage of square cubicles and straight lives that the Gulzar School of poetry, dripping with flowery dew and the warmth of unreality, never could. My struggles were personal, and so it turned out was the language of my resistance, learned through his poetry, so irregular and unlike anything you’d have come across.

In Mumbai, revellers dance to the the tunes of drummer girls as they celebrate Lord Ganesha. Meet Vainavi Mohite, one of the city's youngest Nashik Dhol players, as she preps for all the fanfare.

The first time I met Amrita Pritam, she told me that a smoke is one of the few pleasures of life. I knew then that Amrita Pritam was the writer – and the woman – I wanted to be.

I grew up on my mother’s radio-ordained playlist of Lata Mangeshkar and Mohd Rafi. But as a teenager, when every girl in school fawned over the Jonas Brothers and Taylor Swift, I, too embarrassed to ask my classmates the names of the songs they were singing, turned to Google. It eventually dawned on me: I didn’t care about fitting in.

Any good poet should be able to touch your heart – but Shiv Kumar Batalvi had the ability to rip it out of your chest, and then place it back there gently.

Michael Jackson would have celebrated his 61st birthday had it not been for his surprise death 10 years ago. The sexual assault allegations against him have made conversations about him today as relevant as they were 30 years ago. We might stop listening to his music, but can we stop talking about him?

In a Tamil Brahmin household, mornings aren’t complete without the holy trinity of filter coffee, The Hindu, and MS Subbulakshmi’s “Suprabhatam”.

No matter what your mood, there’s a Bappi Da composition to go with it. Our desi disco legend is absolutely irreplaceable. Today is his birthday and I don’t know about you, but I’ll be dancing – unironically – to “Koi yahan aha nache nache”.

Being Parsi is what Freddie Mercury did best. His entire existence is the embodiment of the quintessential Parsi doctrine of “khavanu, pivanu, majja ni life!”

Seventy years after Independence, some choose to rewrite history. We chose to rewrite the alphabet. Presenting a brand-new, updated A to Z for India at 70

On Rishi Kapoor’s 65th birthday, we made a song on his legendary Tweets

Happy birthday, Rahul Baba! We hope you at least remember your nursery rhymes.

In every Indian gathering of intoxicated people, someone has to play “Summer of ’69”. I’ll bet you my Aadhaar number that there’ll come a point when everyone is triumphantly screaming, “Those were the BEST DAYS of my life!” That's the magic of #BryanAdams.

Sumukhi Suresh has us in splits as she takes our # UssTypeKiLadki Quiz, just for kicks. She always knew she was one :)

We chat up with Nirali Kartik of Maati Baani about what makes her an #UssTypeKiLadki!

Sheetal Sathe and Sachin Mali were declared Naxalites in 2011 for giving voice to the Dalit community. They’ve paid a heavy price, but they continue to sing their songs of resistance.

It's the evergreen Asha Bhosle's 84th birthday, and we're going down memory lane with her well-known hits and little-known trivia. Happy birthday, Asha Tai.

On Amitabh Bachchan's 75th birthday, a song dedicated to his legendary tweets. And we have a humble request: Please reply to our SMS.

If there’s no jazz by the bay any longer, where has the music gone? The answer, oddly enough, is Delhi.

There is a tribe of parents that subjects their guests to the talent of their kids, even when said guests have no desire to be subjected. My parents were the leaders of that tribe.

Celebrating one year of demonetisation the main mitron himself.