As far as iconic images ago, the sight of Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal holding hands after their last game is for the ages. It represented friendship, respect, but most of all it represented the unique capacity of two giants of tennis, to be vulnerable together.

When real life experiences fuelled my trust issues with partners, sexting became my cheat code to remain present, despite all my issues with power play of the actual act.

The biggest plot twist in Hum Aapke Hain Koun..! is the death of the adorable, ever-smiling Pooja bhabhi. Twenty-six years on, this endlessly rewatchable sequence is a cultural phenomenon – it’s now a meme. In the age that we live in, this is the ultimate form of flattery.

Rocketry: The Nambi Effect, thanks to a committed Madhavan is one of those films that you don’t really feel like criticising too much, and yet there’s little about it that outlasts its runtime.

Hush Hush is a familiar tale of elite crimes, but it is elevated by fantastic performances delivered by a diverse group of formidable actresses.

Legend says that every night, Krishna descends upon a forest in Vrindavan to dance with his gopis. But in a town dependent on its faith economy, does it even matter if it's true?

In his prime Raju Srivastava was a brilliant observer and possibly mainstream cable television’s first brush with the heartland.

The question of “Is Heisenberg alive or dead?” still looms, thanks to the fact that El Camino, the new Breaking Bad movie, focuses on Jesse Pinkman instead. I couldn’t be happier, because after five top-notch seasons as second fiddle, Pinkman deserves his time in the spotlight.

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.

I was 12 when my father first touched me inappropriately. It took me reading about Lolita, more than a decade later, inciting and luring her stepfather into intimacy to realise that my first experience of any form of sexual pleasure came from my own father.

So inextricable is Kareena Kapoor Khan from Poo and Geet, that even after two decades of Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham and a decade since Jab We Met, we are still searching for that precise point where she stopped being herself and started being the two women with an exaggerated zest for life and their own existence.

The ideology of Savitribai Phule, whose birth anniversary we celebrate today, was very simple: To have people treated as equals. In a time when discriminatory laws are being passed and the definition of citizenship is being amended to suit the establishment's narrative, it’s an ideology that demands our attention.

Just like Bollywood has Vivek Agnihotri and Yash Chopra has Uday Chopra, Bengalis have daak naams: It’s a part of your identity that you didn’t ask for, and one that you can’t shake off. It’s a walk of shame that never seems to end.

I grew up amid the sounds of thumris, ghazals, the heady scents of mogra and whiskey in the kothas near Mumbai’s Kennedy Bridge. My earliest memory is of my mother fighting a drunken man, who was calling her a “randi”.

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.

More than 15 years since 15 Park Avenue came out, I doubt any other Indian film tailored sensitivity and accuracy with a poignant storyline on mental illness as beautifully as Aparna Sen managed to portray in 15 Park Avenue.

On paper, Brahmastra had every right to think it would revive the larger-than-life romance. The fact that none of the Ranbir Kapoor-Alia Bhatt spark translates on screen says a lot about mainstream Hindi cinema’s dated ideas, and the modern viewer’s demand for nuance.

For two decades, significant moments in my life have seemed to intersect with those in Federer’s. Even his retirement comes at a time of definite change for me. We were in a sense, meant to grow older together.

A youngster traverses the distance from a shady “massage parlour” in Siliguri to a plush New Delhi spa.

Punjab’s Pablos gained notoriety in 2013, crashing onto the scene with a laundry list of crimes and a flamboyance that seems straight out of a Narcos episode. Their devil-may-care persona, coupled with legit street cred, earned them a following on Facebook.

At 14, Armaan was considered the school’s sex guru. Twenty-five years later, he claims to have slept with over a hundred women.

In the age of hyperlinks and 24X7 news, there is no way to arrest a snowballing rumour. The Talwars learnt this when they became the monsters in their own nightmare.

The judgment in the Noida double murders referred to Aarushi Talwar as “a beaut damsel” who “had hardly seen 14 summers”. What causes our eminent judges to use such florid language?