In this edition of Tickling the Humerus, the author humourously tackles the hassles of being a parent to a cat, who thinks nothing of dragging a bird or a lizard inside the house. She recounts her experiences in cleaning up the mess and wonders if she is now fit enough to be a real-life crime cleanup specialist. It should be a cakewalk. Right?
Preethi Warrier’s review of War 2 calls it a tedious, predictable spectacle drowning in fake glamour, overblown VFX, and shallow patriotism disguised as jingoism. She critiques Bollywood’s obsession with hyper-stylized “patriotic action” films that objectify women, glorify excess, and ignore realism, urging filmmakers to portray genuine struggle and substance instead.
A tale set on Mahalaya night explores the tension between tradition and skepticism, loss and remembrance. Shadows blur the line between the living and the departed, testing faith, love, and protection. Rituals, fear, and unseen bonds converge in a haunting journey toward release, devotion, and spiritual peace.
As Bengal celebrated Mahalaya, Assam mourned the death of beloved singer Zubeen Garg. His tragic passing on September 19, 2025, created a stark contrast between festive joy and deep sorrow. For the author, his music, especially “Baro mashey tero phool phutey,” was a catalyst for personal liberation.
Locating a paper is as easy as strolling in a park. Right? But when it is a Jurassic Park, it turns into a hellish experience. Using deadpan humour, the author recalls her difficulty in searching for something as insignificant as a photocopy from a pile of stuff (as Miranda Priestly would say).
Through a teacher’s lens, Three Idiots glamorizes rebellion, mocks educators, and glorifies suicide while unfairly blaming parents and teachers. Rancho, hailed as a hero, is portrayed as toxic and manipulative, misleading friends and ridiculing authority. The movie’s influence on students raises concerns about discipline, respect, and the dangers of misplaced hero worship.
A childhood friendship introduced the author to Indo-Chinese cuisine, sparking a lifelong romance with food. From chicken soup and chilli chicken to college street food and global flavors, each phase of life was marked by meals and memories. Food became her love language, weaving friendships, romance, family, and evolving tastes together.
When night falls, grief is not the only visitor. Some whispers call from shadows, some footsteps follow unseen. This tale unravels what happens when sorrow draws darkness closer. This is the first tale under our sub-column, Supernatural Saga
The boldest statement of this saree is the fiery laal paar – the red satin border running along the deep green body like a river of strength and passion. It’s smooth to the touch, contrasting beautifully with the matte texture of the body. The sharp red-and-black stripes echo the traditional laal-paar shaada shari, reminding one of pujo mornings in Bengal, while carrying the quiet pride of Assamese looms.
Is there anything the author cannot do? Unfortunately, yes. Procuring a driving license. Much to her disappointment, she realises that occupying the driver’s seat is simply not her cup of tea. Armed with self-deprecating humour, she traces her failures in two different cities, no less. Now, that’s called consistency. Right?
