Thread & Thoughts

In a courtroom wrapped in colonial decorum, where dissent is sterilized and truth must wear a necktie, a single shoe dared to interrupt order. A 71-year-old lawyer hurled his sneaker toward Chief Justice Gavai — and in that moment, democracy found its most honest footwear again. The incident was dismissed as contempt. But perhaps it was content. --- When the Sole Speaks Long before hashtags, the shoe spoke for the silenced. From Minto Park to Baghdad, from Chandni Chowk to Capitol Hill, the shoe has always been the subaltern’s microphone. In 1908, a revolutionary flung a sandal at a British officer. In 2008, an Iraqi journalist threw one at George W. Bush. In 2025, a lawyer at the Supreme Court simply joined a global legacy of soleful resistance. But here’s the irony — when the privileged throw books, it’s called debate. When the unprivileged throw shoes, it’s called disorder. --- The Colonized Courtroom The Supreme Court is less a temple of justice, and more a museum of obedience. Its...

I couldn’t help but wonder — when did our love lives start sounding like a mix of a tarot reading and a therapy meme page? Somewhere between “he’s just not ready” and “the universe is testing our connection”, we stopped dating and started decoding our trauma through moon phases and badly lit Instagram reels. --- In 2025, no one breaks up anymore. They just “surrender to divine timing.” Translation: He’s ghosting you, but politely — with incense burning. She’s not ignoring you; she’s “in her hermit phase.” He’s not cheating; he’s “navigating his twin flame confusion.” And that emotionally unavailable Delhi boy? He’s not toxic — he’s a Scorpio sun, babe. What did you expect, emotional regulation? --- We’re all out here acting like our dating life is a Netflix crossover between Euphoria and Indian Matchmaking  One minute we’re talking about “vibrations and energy exchange,” next minute we’re crying over a text that says “seen 2:07 AM.” It’s not a relationship, it’s a spiritual syllabu...

When the Archives of Sexual Behavior reported that Americans are having nine fewer rolls in the hay per year compared to the 1990s, I had to pause. Nine fewer? That’s not a dry spell — that’s a generational drought. If the ’90s were Friends, sex was always just one sarcastic quip away. Monica and Chandler could barely keep their clothes on between snark. Fast-forward to today, and the vibe is more Euphoria: glitter, angst, sexual expression everywhere… but somehow, far less actual penetration. Millennials, to be fair, weren’t exactly the sex gods of pop culture fantasy either. Despite being branded as Tinder’s “hookup generation,” the General Social Survey showed Millennials were having less sex than Gen X. We swiped, we sexted, we curated the perfect playlist — only to ghost each other before dessert. Then came Gen Z. The supposed chaos agents of hypersexual liberation. The Feeld/Kinsey Institute’s State of Dating report finds nearly half of Gen Z are single, compared to only a fifth ...