City’s weekends have found a new beat to groove. And unlike most lunches, this one is for free.

As the poetry movement of Delhi catches flame, Hindi and Urdu poetry is finding its linchpins in the young, passionate writers who’d rather write in a new language they call Hindustani.

Admission time is unnerving for everyone. Parents, seekers and have-beens. While those expecting to get into a good college are busy biting their nails, the ones who have faced it can’t help, but reminisce about the time when they too stood in line for forms. So, here we have several former students/current celebrities talking about their some exciting, some harrowing and mostly memorable moments of admission time.

You aspire to be the hostess with the mostess (or the host) and dream of throwing charmingly, cosy get togethers that would glide you right on top of the party pedigree.

There are two kinds of people, ones who read and ones who claim to.

Play begins at work’s end. Many young professionals in the city, with full-time jobs and kids to manage, swear by their love for theatre and refuse to let practical hiccups ruin their passion.

Several detective agencies in the city are now chasing servers and fake ids more than cheating husbands and scheming wives.

A man’s machine comes close only to his woman and in some cases, exceeds even her. All men salivate and dream about owning a ride that would fly them instantly to their happy place.

The Indian man finds it hard to resist the temptation of sport, any sport. And if it is football, it is an altogether different story.

Shudder at the thought of skinny jeans? Shiver some more, for now the unforgiving skinny goes second skin by going the legging way. Confused, we were too until we heard the newly coined term.