After seven long years, Delhi’s moment in the IPL has finally arrived. Delhi Capitals seem to have found their mojo after being the butt of jokes for years. Along with the name of the team, the outfit’s fortunes have also changed.

Baazigar introduced us to a new weapon of mass destruction, the power of attorney. And Shah Rukh Khan’s Ajay Sharma taught us that if your contact lens game is on point, you can conquer the world.

As Tabu signs off the year with her exemplary act in Andhadhun, she is already gearing up for 2019 with two interesting projects. All this while Bollywood has been steering us toward the hyped comebacks of her contemporaries. But Tabu has made us realise that when you are so good at your craft, you never really go away.

There’s no denying that the old relationship between cricket and courteousness had become archaic. But after the latest Koffee with Karan episode, which featured Hardik Pandya and KL Rahul on the couch, it might have finally died for good.

Sara Ali Khan appeared on Koffee With Karan with her famous abba. It was assumed that she’d be docile like Alia Bhatt or evade questions like Sonam Kapoor. But by the end of Koffee With Karan’s most refreshing episode of the season, she had given the rest of her peers a crash course in individuality.

If you are still part of the Whistle Podu Parishad, you are a loyalist who doesn’t switch allegiances even when your Captain’s hair turns grey, while a true Kings XI fan is just here for a good time, not for a long time.

We caught up with Rahul Khanna to find out what happened to him 20 years after Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. He still insists that girls can’t play basketball.

With Simmba, Rohit Shetty reduces rape to a buzzword in an exaggerated comedy to prove that his cinematic universe isn’t all nonsensical. Ranveer Singh almost elevates this testosterone-fuelled drivel into surprisingly entertaining fare, but only until a woman is violated for him to realise his true calling.

What the hell are we all going to do when we no longer have the Avengers in our lives? Now that there are no more trailers to slow down frame-by-frame, or post-credits scenes to sit in the theatre for, to whom will the devotees of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes turn?

There’s no getting away from the fact that Mallika Sherawat’s and Hina Khan’s connection to world cinema is tenuous at best. Yet they are gracing the Cannes red carpet. As for the rest of the Indian delegation? To paraphrase a modern statesman: We’re definitely not sending our best people.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the loving relationship you share with your parivaar can be fraught with difficulties. Siblings are perpetually competing for the Most Annoying award and mom keeps trying to make tinda-aloo a thing. Fortunately, there is one saviour for our shared sanity — and its name is the Indian Premier League.

Dressed in his best gender-bending, haute-couture-meets-chappri attire, Ranveer Singh will enter his bachelor party dancing to the acoustic version of “Tune Maari Entriyan.” This is the last time he will be thrusting his pelvis in public without being penalised with a night on the couch.

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.

Confused ex-Prime Minister Deve Gowda wonders why he was spared during BJP’s campaign, while other PMs like Jawaharlal Nehru and Rajiv Gandhi were criticised. “Are you saying I was the best PM ever?” letter sent to PMO asks.

The IPL finals are two days away, and the whole world has gone cricket-mad. Lucky for those who don’t care about cricket, IPL is the gift that keeps on giving. Turns out, you don’t have to focus on the game at all, thanks to the riveting human drama that comes with each match.

For a long time, Bollywood has convinced us that the shortcut to a happily-ever-after is marriage. But Zoya Akhtar and Reema Kagti’s Made in Heaven intends to tear a hole in the utter romanticisation of this custom. It shows us a side of marriage – an examination of why people choose to be in it – that has rarely been depicted on celluloid.

One night in the heat of passion and out of personal lubricant, I turned to the most unlikely candidate on my bathroom shelf: A bottle of Patanjali almond oil.

Growing up, Durga Pujo was all about garnering a shot of freedom, of carefree behaviour, every single year. But adulting compromises the novelty of Pujo. Now, as an adult, reminiscing about the Pujo of my childhood is possibly my favourite Pujo activity.

Sriram Raghavan’s Andhadhun is a brilliant urban noir thriller. The film is all about clever writing, top-notch execution, and hard-hitting social commentary – but it is also a triumph of casting, and an ode to actors.

When you’re at the airport, there is not much to do other than charge your phone, judge other people, and spend 150 bucks on a samosa. But maybe there is a secret to spending two hours trapped in the overpriced hell of domestic airports without feeling like a penniless outsider.

The silent kid in school is like that chapter on trigonometry. He is forgotten in less than a year after passing from school. I was that kid.

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.

Student of the Year 2 is a bland and thoughtless knockoff of its predecessor. It lacks originality, so much so that “Ishq Wala Love” becomes the intolerable “School Wala Love”. With Ananya Panday and Tara Sutaria reduced to props, it seems like the movie is written only for Tiger Shroff’s muscles.

Each time I open my dabba at lunch hour during Ramzan, the non-Muslim people at work gasp and ask, “You aren’t fasting?” Food defines their understanding of Islam and anyone in violation of that tenet threatens their understanding of the entire faith.

“Why do you fast if it makes you so cranky,” my daughter asked. Really, why are women expected to fast, especially for the well-being of the patidev, who anyway fritters away this hard-won long life by watching cricket matches and silly political debates on television?

You’ve tried all the tricks of the trade. You've played a wannabe Iron Man in Ra.One to yourself in Fan. Now you are playing a dwarf. What's next SRK?

Except for their height and education, nothing has really changed about my now grown-up kids. I think I might be the one to blame. I turned into that dreaded beast: the helicopter parent, who controlled their routine, and now my children depend on that control.

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.

With Jio spreading across the country faster than plague in Ancient Rome, there is no excuse for anyone to not watch the India-Pakistan Asia Cup game. Those who show no interest in the match should be immediately likened to Navjot Singh Sidhu, India’s newest “Pakistani puppet”.

In Pyaar Ka Punchnama, Sonu Ki Titu Ki Sweety and now De De Pyaar De, Luv Ranjan creates male universes where women are always the enemy. For Ranjan, the joke isn’t just on the woman; it is the woman. Clearly, he understands us as much as Vijay Mallya understands the concept of debt.