Hello Charlie is a hysteric comedy about Charlie who must drive a scamster businessman on the run across the Diu border. The film is replete with rib-tickling performances by Aadar Jain, Jackie Shroff, and the crew, and witty punchlines.

Christopher Nolan has become the master of defying the practical and plausible. He choreographs and executes bewildering action sequences that defy both reason and, perhaps, even caution. Here are five scenes from Tenet, now streaming on Amazon Prime Video, that will leave you gasping for air.

The attitude of most Maharashtrians can be summed up in two words: Ughich kashala? Literally translated, it means “needlessly why”? It is the reason why we Maharashtrians are diabolically lazy and spectacularly unambitious.

In Gujarat, Marwari women lead dual lives. They fast with their mothers-in-law and sip mojitos with their friends.

A coy bride, an awkward groom, a glass of kesar milk, and rambunctious relatives outside with their ears glued to the closed door – this is how a suhaag raat scene unfolded in Hindi films. But which was the last movie in which you saw a shy dulhan sitting on a bed of roses?

I’m 30 and in the final year of my PhD. The peculiarity of my life hit me when my seven-year-old niece asked me, “Aap bade ho ke kya banoge?”, a question all my relatives have been wanting to ask me.

I tried to be rational when I found out that my father was having an affair. But I was only drawing more lines for him to toe, for his halo to remain untarnished.

The humble varan bhaat toop is as versatile and ubiquitous as Radhika Apte’s appearances on Netflix. Sometimes it is plain simple comfort food, at other times it’s part of an elaborate offering to Bappa. A love for varan bhaat toop is the epitome of Maharashtrian-ness.

Human beings have come up with a plethora of terms to describe the simple act of pleasuring yourself. We scuttle about inventing a series of shorthand signs that all sound distinctly violent.

In my early 20s, I did the “cool” thing – quit my stable banking job to study film writing. Like many millennials and Gen Z, I just wanted to “follow my passion”. I wish someone had told me the hard truth about chasing dreams.

I was born in a Dalit family, and Ambedkar Jayanti was nothing short of Diwali for us. April 14 was a day of music and quiet pride. Over the years, however, the day has transformed. It is no longer the underdog indie; it is now a big, gaudy Rohit Shetty film.

On a good day, RoohAfza tastes like a vampire’s tonic that drowned itself in a vat of sugar. On a bad day, it tastes like pulverised incense stick. What then is the hype really about?

In The Crown, a generation, which might otherwise have written Prince Philip off as an out-of-touch old man, gets to see a different and more complex reality. He is biased, opinionated, bombastic, and therefore far more human than the Queen is allowed to be.

Netflix’s anthology series Ajeeb Daastaans is an effective commentary on caste, class, and gender, which offers new perspectives to complexities that surround us. The toast of the series, however, is Neeraj Ghaywan’s “Geeli Pucchi”, starring Konkona Sen Sharma and Aditi Rao Hydari, a story about two women who find refuge in each other’s company, only to discover their differences.

YouTube’s “pause-and-find-flaws” generation is calling out bloopers from Ramayan and Mahabharat. They’ll never know the extent to which these TV shows were, literally, epic. Back then, Doordarshan assumed the role of absentee grandparents; Sunday morning television was a proxy temple visit.

Some things are best left untouched. Like Maddy and Dia Mirza’s Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein.

Don’t be a douchebag to your hungry homies fasting during Ramzan and pester them with stupid queries such as “Do you feel weak?”, or “Isn’t fasting old-fashioned?” or “Don’t you cheat-eat?”

Since his debut in 2009, Tamil comedian Yogi Babu has built for himself a filmography most of which relied disproportionately on jibes about his appearance. This is why 2021 is an important year for him. In Mandela and Karnan, he explores roles he’s never done before and seals his place as an actor who can do a lot more than make jokes.

When Sara Ali Khan spoke about PCOS on a Koffee with Karan episode, I screamed, “Go girl”. I’d had the disorder – which affects one in 10 Indian women – for years before I sought help for it. But if it is so common, why are we so afraid and ashamed to talk about it?

Dick pics, which have become a Tinder protocol, are a confusing subject for pro-gender-equality women. If boob pictures are considered erotic, then why do dicks gross women out?

In Soorma, Sandeep Singh’s wife – Harpreet Kaur in the film – abandons her husband soon after he is paralysed. She is also painted as a distraction for Singh’s goal-scoring abilities. I’ll let you guess what happened in real life. Hint: None of it.

I’ve been an average performer in school, college, and in my career. My parents have never shown a hint of embarrassment. Being allowed to grow in an environment where I could choose my own pace has given me the freedom and confidence to build my own identity.

Game of Thrones has painted perhaps the glummest picture of love ever conceived in popular culture. Love does not last or make us better persons. Instead, it corrupts, handicaps, and burdens as much as any other responsibility in the world.

Most Indian men don’t drink alcohol to discern the fruity bouquet of a robust wine or savour the long finish of a single malt. If they are pretending to do this, they are either trying to impress a woman or their boss. Indian men drink to get drunk.

If there were in fact a template of what feel-good movies should follow, Chupke Chupke, which turns 46 today, has all the cues

Delhi High Court lawyer Saurabh Kirpal believes he is facing discrimination on the basis of his sexual orientation. He has been recommended for elevation in October 2017 but since his initial nomination the decision to elevate Kripal has been deferred four times.

Why do we women squeeze ourselves into undergarments that behave like torture devices accessorised with elastic, bows, and ribbons that are meant to irritate the skin at inopportune moments? I’ve realised you aren’t truly emancipated until the day you find yourself committed to the cause of comfortable drawers.

Dogs and I have never gotten along, whether it was a goofy labrador or a ferocious German shepherd. Even so, I had to vow to take my husband – and his 10-year-old Beagle – in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

As our bodies began to transform when we turned teens, the girls in my class started to get little makeovers. Many started waxing, some got their noses pierced, and almost everyone started applying kajal and lip balm. I resisted them all, convinced that giving in to make-up would suggest that I wasn’t enough the way I was; that I needed fixing to fit in.

In an industry that is obsessed with perfectly sculpted appearances, Fahadh Faasil has a receding hairline, no six pack, and painfully regular looks. He is not trapped by any notions of hyper-masculinity. In his films, like Super Deluxe, Thondimuthalum Driksakshiyum, and Kumbalangi Nights, Fahadh is man enough to not be a man.