Whisky, whiskey. I can never remember the difference and I return to a bookmarked page often to clear it all out. But either way, a nice bit of...

A sultry evening in Delhi was proof. Shiro at Samrat Hotel opened its doors for intellectuals, book lovers and friends as the black and red interiors...

I shall not mince words today. I had a harrowing day trying to make national bank employees encash a simple cheque, which in the real world should...

Bamboo shoots. Well, can’t be that bad I wondered as I trooped into Dilli Haat with a friend. She had sworn by the pork curry from the Nagaland food...

‘I’ll be sworn, I was ne’er guilty of reading the like.’ - Ben Johnson, Every Man in His HumourThe Cuckoo’s Calling over and done with, Robert...

Vir Das, we feel, is one actor who pretty much manages to slip right into the skin of the character he plays. Be it a ‘pothead’ pottering around the...

One man, ninety years and innumerable stories. That is perhaps the best way to sum up Dharam Vir Taneja who celebrated his 90th birthday on 4 July....

Most hostels on the campus have dhabas of their own that give students late night solace with endless cups of tea, coffee, maggi and bread omelettes....

Zambar has always been one of my most favourite restaurants in Delhi. The obsession started with this incredible prawns that a colleague had ordered...

Jawaharlal Nehru University or as we call it – JNU comes with its own sense of ethos, its own culture and therefore, its own baggage. While there are...

Zambar has always been one of my most favourite restaurants in Delhi. The obsession started with this incredible prawns that a colleague had ordered...

I have never read a suicide note that I would want to have written.’ -Edwin Shneidman, Suicide ExpertMorbid. So morbid. I have heard that word almost...