When it comes to molecular gastronomy, I am an agnostic. I tire easily of rabbits that are made to look like chickens with the assistance of technology. I am weary of ‘airs’ and foams that claim to capture the essence of coq au vin or peach melba or whatever, writes Vir Sanghvi.

The world’s biggest social network just went public. Is this the beginning of the end for Facebook?

It’s time we laid off Aishwarya Rai for not losing those post-pregnancy pounds – it’s her body; and it’s her business, feels Seema Goswami.

There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't wait for the right one, start catching already, writes Judy Balan.

The last five months have thrown up some of the biggest models – now, it’s time for you to pick a winner. Rajiv Makhni writes.

When it comes to cricket commentary, it’s not a fine leg that matters.

The Egg Roast combines the teekha flavours of the Malabar coast, the spicy aromas from the plantations of Kerala and the earthy simplicity of roadside dhabas.

Being an insider can be a great help when it comes to some kind of a trade. That's exactly the mindset with which star children are raised. But this is something that ends up working the most against star daughters. Gautam Chintamani writes.

What would happen if our Airplane companies were spoken of as human beings? This mind blowing anthropomorphized conversation sheds light on the cloudy nature of Indian skies. The Fake Jhunjhunwala writes.

Life would be much easier without a sex drive, writes Judy Balan.

Three thousand journalists! For a non-Apple event, this was unique. And the excitement in the air as also the level of anticipation was near-delirious. Even before the launch, this one single device had created euphoria and noise that neared fanaticism. And now it was about to be unveiled.

Singapore offers the best food in Asia. And that is a direct consequence of the World Gourmet Summit and the global foodie culture it has encouraged, writes Vir Sanghvi.

Last week I wrote about the kind of woman I could imagine being best mates with. And how I couldn’t possibly be friends with a woman who refused to break bread – yes, literally – with me, writes Seema Goswami.

We idolize just about anyone but won’t accept a grown man or woman in a mask...what is about the whole superhero genre that just doesn’t work for Hindi cinema?

Why do we have to say nice things about dead people? Wonders Judy Balan...