I remember stumbling across Brian Transeau's Movement In Still Life when I was just getting over my irrational condescension towards electronic music; something that a lot of rock music fans of a certain age are prone to. The album opened me up to diverse styles of music with
You have to admit, there is something oddly satisfying about reading a murder mystery or a thriller. You might find the plot just a little ludicrous and the characters kind of flat and insipid and the writing somewhat choppy, but you know that you won’t be at peace till
Excitement was running high when part one came out. The cutscenes promised the world, and I remember suffering a mini-orgasm when we discussed how cool it looked. The menacing walk, the retractable blade with the finger cut off, the hood, and the magnificient parkour. Maybe, just maybe, we’d get
We never seem to get tired of superhero stuff. Let me remind you: Superman, the comic that started it all, was created as far back as 1932. Overwhelmed by its popularity, DC Comics and its rival Marvel started churning out superheroes by the dozen. Sorry, million. You know the names
A few months ago, I learnt something fantastic about my country, and emerged shamefaced at my lack of knowledge. The cleanest village in the world's largest continent is situated in a most unlikely location---nestled up in a corner of Meghalaya and shrouded within clouds, Mawlynnong is unknown to
"Let's just get this out of the way. This is awkward, right?" asked Tegan Quin, as she stood on the raised stage at the Hard Rock Cafe in Mumbai. "This is ridiculous. I feel like I'm standing high up in the sky looking
What is it about food that makes it absolutely essential on every happy occasion? Has there been any birthday that has been celebrated without a cake? Or for that matter any wedding that has been commenced without a lavish spread of gourmet delicacies? Or any party that has been organised
Okay, so I have a Wodehouse hangover. Okay, so I don’t think anyone can replicate his brand of humour successfully enough to pass my hawk eye. Okay. So? That does not mean I can’t be pleasantly surprised once in a while, does it? The Goat, the Sofa and
Mumbai, 2010 · Photograph by Arun Kale
