My Biggest Problems with Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald.

Who will change the future, you ask? Apparently, J.K Rowling will. Potterheads were in for a real treat this time – an overstuffed, haphazard treat with a plot more dizzyingly convoluted than – wait, scratch that. I don’t even have anything for comparison, to be honest. Noticed a lot of painfully canon-defying problems with the…

My First Date: 10 Years Ago.

date1 /deɪt/ noun 1. the day of the month or year as specified by a number. “What’s the date today?” 2. a social or romantic appointment or engagement. Context: Some ten years ago, I remember staring at that dictionary definition for fifteen minutes straight before I got myself to go ask her out. For the purposes of…

Why they hate the HIMYM Ending, and I don’t.

Do you know why so many people were mad about the ending of How I Met Your Mother? Putting aside the fact that the show lost most of its inherent momentum in the later seasons, it’s because after years of following Ted Mosby’s life, most viewers wanted him to move on from the person he…

Social Media Validation. Really?

“That validation isn’t real.” They said. And yet, we all know how this game plays out. This one’s for all those who feel the need to be socially accepted or celebrated. I know you feel that your self-esteem hinges on how your image is being perceived by your followers, and I also know that you’ll outright…

13 Reasons Why: Season 2 Review (Spoiler-free)

The sophomore outing of Netflix’s divisive teen drama, 13 Reasons Why is here. Last year, the show found itself in the midst of controversies particularly targeting its modus operandi of romanticising and sensationalising teenage suicide. Either incredibly bold, or tremendously irresponsible – the show’s approach of involving rape, bullying, slut-shaming & depression as subplots amidst…

Fatima: Story of a sex worker.

Everyone called her Amma, and I was too young to discern what a ‘pimp’ was at the time. I was 14 years old, recently orphaned after my single mother passed away from dengue hemorrhagic fever, and I had absolutely nowhere else to go. Amma took me into her brothel, provided me with a room, some…

She fades away, everyday.

Mumbai, 2012. I still remember the first time I ran my fingers through her hair – we were casually sitting at Marine Drive right opposite the Pizza Bay that fine evening, facing the city rather than the sea, silently tittering looking at our beloved neighbours – the fellow junior college couples whose prime intent to…