You’ve probably seen a child lost in a crowd or huddled up in a corner on a train. And you’ve probably left them to their destiny. Some people though, choose not to walk away.
The internet made me think that with enough pig-headedness, I could crack depression like a mathematical equation. But after a few hundred articles, I'm more miserable than ever.
Stuck in a three-hour traffic snarl, and your concern seems to be a divorce taking place 4,446 miles away. That, my friend, is the spirit of a dying Mumbai.
A film about drug abuse in Punjab is objectionable. But it is okay to portray all Catholic Goans as drunks and all south Indians as lungi-wearing “Madrasis”.
The excessive hate that Coldplay gets has little to do with the band. It’s a victim of a trend – where a self-professed “discerning” listener disregards all pop music.
When bestselling author Krishna Udayasankar broke her arms, she was held aloft only by the thought of getting back to weightlifting – her life raft in fighting clinical depression.