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.

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?

Moose Wala’s shocking death is probably the outcome of certain avoidable cultural tropes that have been allowed to simmer in Punjab but while the singer wasn’t always politically correct, his music travelled further than most.

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

Reaction to the recent incident in Delhi has been consternation around Shraddha Walkar’s perceived reluctance to ‘walk out’ out of an abusive relationship. On United Nation’s Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women, I’m writing to tell you, it’s not as simple.

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.

Marwaris are often called out for their miserly behaviour, but the kanjoosi of Kokanastha Brahmins has remained a secret. In a time of lavish weddings and four live counters, Kobra weddings will offer you four sabzis and a dal, food lesser than an average Punjabi lunch.

People in Assam believe in lingering. We believe in slothful, listless days. Even months. Safe to say, years.

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.

Research suggests that sex once a week is optimal for a couple’s happiness. But the “how much” lobby always leaves out the all-important quantity vs quality question, displaying, once again, modern romance's fetishising of numbers.

Everything has a use-by date. And Mumbai’s kaali peelis might have passed that date in an Uber’d and Ola’d city.

A retired naval officer recounts living in a submarine with 70 men, who have not seen sunlight or breathed natural air for months on end.

It took me a long time to muster the courage to watch a porn video. Unlike the guys I grew up around, the pursuit of pleasure continues to be coloured by a patina of embarrassment.

Manjiri Latey believes in communicating with animals. She claims to have helped scores of animal lovers find their lost pets.