History has strange habits. Sometimes mighty empires fall because of wars. Sometimes governments stumble because of inflation. And sometimes, a political storm begins with... a meme.

Jantar Mantar turned into a carnival of defiance. Gen Z sang, danced, traded irreverent memes, mocked powerful leaders, and feasted on burgers, pizzas and bhaturas, as if politics had crashed a college festival.

The children have settled in distant cities. The phone hardly rings anymore. Knees hurt. Memory fades. Loneliness walks in quietly and refuses to leave. This is not the story of a few old people. It is the future of India.

The cinema hall falls silent. On the giant screen, gods and demons clash in a battle that shakes the heavens. Divine weapons streak across the sky, conch shells roar, and armies collide in a spectacle of fire and thunder. Then comes the decisive moment. Evil is vanquished. The demon falls. The audience erupts in applause. Some wipe away tears. Others leave the theatre with an unexpected sense of relief, as though justice has finally prevailed. It is more than entertainment. It is an emotional catharsis, as old as humanity itself.

From mobile screens to bedrooms, from commerce to politics: what exactly is s*x: pleasure, power, obsession, or civilisation's biggest fixation?

I first read Homer's The Odyssey as a student almost half a century ago. To be honest, I never fully grasped its depth then. Today, watching Christopher Nolan's magnificent screen adaptation, I was completely floored.