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Head to any gym in Mumbai, Bengaluru, or Delhi right now, and you'll see two types of men. One is wearing a fitted sleeveless gym vest, which looks snug and functional. The other is in a leisurely, relaxed fit tank top that drapes past his waist. Both men are training...

Boomers and Gen X love to quote data on how Gen Z operates so much worse than they do. Read some of the lifestyle reports online, and you will see this demographic characterised as the generation that refuses to adjust. Internet critics are up in arms against their tendency to...

Something strange begins to happen in the background when the thermometer crosses 35 degrees. It goes beyond the heat, causing your skin to feel like it's burning or the sweat loss making you feel weak.  

Choosing what to wear at home is usually a split-second decision. You’re standing in your bedroom in front of an open wardrobe, looking for the easiest thing to grab without toppling the messy piles of clothes. Your hands usually find a pair of old shorts or pyjamas with a Maggi...

I've walked into a family party many times in cargo pants and a loose tee. Within minutes, my uncle pulled me aside to ask why I couldn't dress more like my father. My father, for the record, was standing nearby looking like a British aristocrat.

My dad used to come home from work and change into a vest. Not a clean one. The same one, which had been white at some point in its lifecycle, was now yellow with a small tear near the left shoulder. He'd sit in it, watch TV in it, and...

The iron in my house used to be my mother's problem. I want to be clear about this. I was not involved. There was a system, the system worked, and my role in it was to show up in clothes that were already sorted. It was an excellent arrangement.

The interviewer asked me where I saw myself in five years. I was halfway through an answer when I felt the collar droop. I fixed it and lost my train of thought because the waistband, which had been digging into me since the commute, was now really irritating me. I...

I have a theory about Gemini men. Not an armchair theory. Not something I read in a horoscope. A theory built over sixteen years of sharing a room, a bathroom, and, occasionally, a wardrobe with one. I have seen behind the curtain. The performative nonchalance dressed up as. "Oh, I...