Of all things a lady desires to be called, an amplifier is the last. Unless she is married to a mechanic, of course. Care for a change though, for now a Woofer-Amplifier is quite the new Romeo-Juliet, Jack-Rose and Edward-Bella. And young couples love earning this oddball moniker. Imran Khan, a Dutch resident of Pakistani origin, shot to

When one thinks of all consuming, will-do-anything-for-you love, this is hardly what one has in mind. A 38-year-old much married man named Niyaz, allegedly set himself on fire in front of his girlfriend Veena’s house in the Kamla Market area of Delhi recently, when she refused to reciprocate his intentions of marriage. He survived, but with 90 per cent burns and perhaps will never recover.

DAY Five OF the Pearls Infrastructure Delhi Couture week was high on fashion and dry on Bollywood without a single representation from the film industry.

Of all people rejoicing, Indian cartoon makers must be mighty pleased. What could, after all be a better alternative to the ubiquitous dollar sign, the only option they had when to show a furry rabbit’s greed filled eyes? Our very own Indian rupee, which just acquired its very own symbol becoming only the fifth currency in the world to do so.

Chewing on Cosmopolitan candy or flossing your mouth with whipped whiskey cream might not be a great idea for an evening over drinks, but that could change very quickly. Molecular Mixology, trend that took shape about two years ago is quickly gaining form in the metros of the country. An offshoot of molecular gastronomy, this clever use of chemistry in cocktail making allows one to make semi-solid, foamy drinks, bound to turn your knees to jelly.

Were you thinking that carrying a bag busier with monograms than city’s evening traffic was sufficient PDA with social pedigree? Then it’s time you relearn the rules of fashion, for now it demands an eye for an eye, literally. Brand-worshipping gets as close as it can with Dior ready to plaster their label on your retina, with contact lenses. With Delhi’s love affair with labels almost high enough to be killed for honour, we find out what makes the city so label crazy?

Even before the last one could release, there were talks of a sequel and ladies lunching all across the globe had their feathers in a twist already. Yes, we are talking of the fearsome foursome who started a worldwide cosmopolitan frenzy only to ditch it mid-way as “when everyone started drinking it, we stopped”, made it acceptable to

If there is one genre holding out a candle to Indian publishing industry these days, then it is coming of age. Almost everyone has a story about growing up and more often in more ways than one. Ushering in the same genre is Rajeev Jhaveri’s debut I, Romantic. As the cover jacket duly announces its intent to be soon made into a motion

We are not the dry British, the direct Americans or the polite French. Arrey, we are jolly-good Indians, no? We like a hearty laugh, we love our innuendoes, secretly think dirty is funny and when a friend slips on a banana peel,