Bigg Boss participants refuse to perform tasks until Anup Jalota sings more than seven words without getting distracted. Sponsors too have threatened to pull out if singer doesn’t finish the bhajan.

Patanjali has created a new “miracle” product that will not only act as a cheaper substitute for petrol, but can also be used as gomutra, fairness cream, and lubricant.

The rules written all over your office walls or the eager instructions sent out by HR in emails matter little. What’s important are the unspoken rules framed by your colleagues: Never leave your lighter unattended, office chairs are not public property, and the AC remote can turn into a weapon of mass destruction.

Where is Modi ji's birthday celebration? And who is invited? We access the PM's phone. #HappyBirthdayPMModi

Alarm clocks are among humanity’s worst inventions. How did we all agree that we’d begin our day with a mechanical banshee shrieking and disturbing our beauty sleep? Enter the snooze button: the only thing that makes you feel like you still have control over your sleep cycle, when you don’t.

The results of the Kiddie Kangaroo elections were announced yesterday. The BabyVP won both crucial posts of class monitor and assistant monitor, while the NS-U/A bagged the nominal post of cupboard monitor.

Ganesh Chaturthi is when every parent turns interior designer, every kid a painter, and every uncle a craft expert. It’s an art exhibition of the middle-class — and every clay mountain or paper flower, is the pièce de résistance.

Ganpati Bappa Morya! Prepare to be stuck in traffic behind a dancing procession, or being woken up from your sleep by a bhatji singing “Jai dev, Jai dev” into the mike for the next 10 days. This party’s just getting started.

Apple has announced its new iPhone and it is driving men nuts. They know it’s the only way they will ever have close to six inches in their pants.

For a lot of people, unwinding comes in the form of a Netflix binge, reclaiming a hobby, or yelling at random strangers on the internet for not wearing the right shade of woke. Me? I prefer listening to drunk girls inside a pub bathroom tell me how beautiful I am.