Camera zooms in on a mahogany desk cluttered with scripts, film reels, and a steaming plate of Omkar’s special tawa pav. Camera pans to a dark figure behind...

“If you’ve created a conscious machine, it’s not the history of man anymore. It’s the history of Gods.”

Crimson bleeds into the blue sky, the blazing sun finally starts to set. A soothing breeze whispers promises of relief, replacing the air that was so warm...

Abstract art is one of the most divisive things to ever exist. People that watched Oopiri know exactly what I'm talking about, but I'm sure we are all famili

For the fourth time this week, I woke up at my desk. It wasn’t very comfortable: most of the space was taken up by an assortment of empty Red Bull cans and coff