Work in sport marketing & media. Can also bowl the occasional left-arm wrong ‘un, umpire club cricket games & fly a drone (not necessarily at the same time)
“Why argue with an Arsenal fan when you can just wait?” We waited. We won. We are champions of England - and we are just one game away from being crowned champions of Europe. Read my piece on what Arsenal means to me here: https://t.co/J6cg388mRH
For everyone who suffered through 8-2.
For everyone who half 6 at Stamford Bridge in Wenger’s 1,000th game.
For everyone who suffered through Baku.
For everyone who had to go to school after conceding 10 to Bayern.
Today is for you. Drink it all in. We deserve this.
Einstein's birthday, and Pi Day today. Because March 14 is written as 3.14 in the US, the first 3 numbers in the irrational number Pi.
And what could be more irrational than thinking that, exactly 25 years ago, two batters could last through the whole day and lead India to one of the greatest ever test victories against the Australian juggernaut.
March 14th, Einstein Day, Pi Day, & Dravid and Laxman Day!
“They speak with the swagger of Jawaharlal Nehru, but their thoughts are as shallow as a WhatsApp forward.” Hard to find a more accurate & apt description befitting the likes of Tanmay Bhat, Nikhil Kamat and Prajakta Koli (who’s also apparently a UNDP ambassador lol)
Just witnessed this clip.
Nas can be set aside; his Zionist position is already known and requires no further dissection. He is a known but common evil.
What truly demands reckoning are Nikhil Kamat and Tanmay Bhat, living exhibits of everything that is rotting at the core of contemporary Indian public discourse.
These are men who have been handed enormous platforms, cultural capital, and the ear of millions, yet remain staggeringly, almost comically unlettered.
Their influence is not merely harmless celebrity; it is actively corrosive. They wield the power of mass communication with the unearned confidence of those who have never once been intellectually challenged in their own circles.
This is Dunning-Kruger effect in its purest, most grotesque form: men so profoundly ignorant, so Jahil, that they lack even the self-awareness to suspect their ignorance.
They speak with the swagger of Jawaharlal Nehru, but their thoughts are as shallow as a WhatsApp forward.
Worse still, they have created for themselves a esoteric little ecosystem, a mutual-admiration sauna where they all soak together, marinating in the same shallow certainties, reinforcing one another’s blind spots until their shared mediocrity begins to feel like wisdom.
In that echo chamber, ignorance does not merely survive; it becomes doctrine.
And that is the real tragedy. India, in 2026, finds itself in a strange and humiliating intellectual dark age, not because the country lacks brilliant minds, but because the loudest, richest, and most visible ones are precisely the ones least equipped to carry the decent conversation.
A single serious intellectual pushback, a solitary honest question asked with precision, would reduce these paper-tiger pundits to dust.
Yet no one in their orbit ever delivers it.
This is not comedy. This is a civilisational decline wearing a thick dark hoodie in deep Bombay summers, casually planning the next exotic holiday, asking whether you’ve tried that dish yet, peddling twenty-day weight-loss miracles, and cracking jokes while an entire nation quietly forgets how to think.