The vintage supernatural/superstition drama has made a golden comeback.
How long does it take to offend a random person from the street your house lies on? Not very long, it appears.
Delhi is a tourists’ paradise. But in the light of certain recent, well, occurrences, visitors are advised to take all they hear with a pinch of salt.
What happens when one feels isolated, out of place and confused about where one belongs-all because of something as natural as one’s language? An Indian student introspects and finds solace in his diary.
There is no justification for careless littering in public places. But not providing even the option for civic behaviour for long distances is tantamount to testing the patience of the public.
A pothole opens up about its life – one peppered with moments of luck, achievement and helplessness (and official secrets, of course)
In the midst of a tight contest, with six runs required of one ball, with the bowler firing on all cylinders, and there being no scope for error, if the batsman, cool as a cucumber, decides to put one into orbit, how do you earn the TV viewer’s ire? Easy – shout, “There’s a fielder coming underneath it, looks like it’ll go straight down his throat… but it sails past him!”