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.

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.

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”.

Is my queerness invalidated by my lack of the conventional experiences expected of queer folks? Do I need to perform my queerness, or is the fact of it enough? Did I need to look and behave a certain way to meet some standard of queerness? A year into coming out, I’ve somewhat found the answers to these questions.

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?

What’s up with the new PM-CARES fund created for those who wish to contribute to India’s fight against Covid-19? And how different is it from the Prime Minister’s National Relief Fund?

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.

I thought moving out would be about no deadlines, no curfews, and no rules. But it is about waiting for a plumber, paying rent and bills, waking up early to fill the water tank, and eating bland, self-cooked food. I didn’t do drugs, I did dishes.

The Steve-Dustin bromance is an unlikely alliance of opposites, that cut across the boundaries of type and age. It’s also the sweetest thing Stranger Things will leave us with.

Jugjugg Jeeyo is a trademark Dharma film. Loud and boisterous, with a fantastic ensemble cast – especially the returning Neetu Kapoor - it follows familiar tropes too, but surprisingly packs in the kind of emotional punch that most, old-wines-in-new-bottles lack.

In an Indian office your dedication is determined by what time you get to work. Which means, that you get labelled a “bad employee” for reaching work at 11 am instead of 10.30 am, but not if you’re one of those people who is at work at 9.30 am and yet does not meet deadlines.

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.

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.

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.

As we grow up, parents, whether intentionally or not, reveal to us a side of theirs that we’ve never seen before. But a large part of growing up comes with the understanding that they do so for our benefit.

Masoom is fully committed to its mood and texture and more than the mystery, it is shouldered by the uncomfortable relationship between Boman Irani and his daughter, played by Samara Tijori.

Workplaces are evolving, but as a working woman, it is nearly impossible to instinctively reach out for opportunities without evaluating the gendered risks of that leap.

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

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.

My old social media posts, especially those on Facebook often feel like a nightmarish journey back in time. But they are also clues to the way we absorb the world and learn to eventually, navigate it as adults.

Indian families are diverse in every way, especially in how they choose to express affection. There are the boisterous, pappi-jhappi ones – and then there are the quiet, awkward-hug kind of families who pass on a strained emotional inheritance to their confused millennial children.

Shakun Batra’s Kapoor & Sons, was a brilliantly observed family drama. It also stood out from a sea of Bollywood offerings that stereotyped homosexuality, by having a gay character in the lead whose orientation is almost incidental to the plot.

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.

Legendary playback singer SP Balasubrahmanyam passed away at a private hospital in Chennai on Friday at the age of 74. Winner of six national awards, Balasubrahmanyam sang songs for five decades, for generations of actors, from MGR, Shivaji Ganesan and Gemini Ganesan, to the stars of the day.

A year into our arranged match, my husband and I decided to get into an open relationship. It’s done wonders for our marriage.

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

At the Kumbh Mela, I was caught unaware by a daunting display of dicks only to realise that here, the penis is neither a fetish nor a symbol of sexual prowess. In the world of the spiritually striving, it’s a repository of sacred power and ascetic control.

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

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.