This essay was published on Outlook.com   Of the many apologies I owe for my years of being an idiot online, the first is owed to my childhood classmates. Somewhere on some Silicon Valley server, bey­ond my own reach, are early-2000s MSN Messenger chats in which I have, with proper title-casing and punctuation, accused them...

This article was originally published in the Times of India Aunty, uncle, hi. I need to tell you something. I don’t know how to put this politely, but: your son called me a prostitute on the internet. I wasn’t offended because I don’t find sex work to be demeaning, but he kept going. Your son...

This article was originally published in the Times of India   For the fifth time this year, the world is ending. Week 1, 2020: embers were still cooling in the Amazon when, on the other side of our planet, flames engulfed Australia. The US assassinated an Iranian general, setting off anxieties about a new World...

This article originally appeared on FirstPost.com     On January 5th, the night that JNU was attacked, I was at my parents’ home, visiting them for New Years’. My usual news-tracking method is to lie in bed with my phone pulled close to my face, refreshing Twitter. But my parents own something I don’t, something...

A shorter version of this essay was published in Vogue India     Alia Bhatt knows she runs the risk of losing her mind. By her mid-twenties, when our minds fully develop rationality, she was a household name, the world filtered for her through a swarm of publicists and managers, her face on billboards, her...