At an art exhibition recently, two patrons got into a fierce debate over the impact of artificial intelligence. The older, bespectacled man raged against AI-powered apps that devoured and regurgitated paintings. On the other side,.
We live in different tenses, my dog and I. Cleo bounds around in the only one she knows, the present, while I meander in the past as we circle endlessly around the garden. The Earth.
Catty tales, with a dash of rum and Friends therapy May 23, 2021, 8:32 AM IST
Twinkle Khanna aka Mrs Funnybones crafts satirical stories and funny fables when she is not running a design business, selling candles or running in circles around her small but rather odd family. She narrowly escaped a gruesome tragedy when Bollywood tried to bludgeon her brain to the size of a pea, but she ducked at the right moment and escaped miraculously unharmed; she is now a popular columnist as well and is currently in the process of creating lame jokes like Why do all Hindu boys worship their mother? Because their religion tells them to worship the cow. She firmly believes that nothing in life is sacred except laughter. (Not even her name, which she is secretly trying to change to Chetali Bhagat so that her columns get made into movies.) LESS. MORE
There is one call that comes every morning. We talk, with headphones plugged in as I water the plants. Two sisters in two cities reeling from a pandemic though her city, Delhi, is now suffering.