Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

Yesterday, I attended a memorial meeting of a man who spoke softly but left deep impressions—Mr. Noronha. Ninety-five years old. […]

So now we’re sending a delegation. Yes, a “Truth Team,” armed with PowerPoint presentations, handshakes, and Shashi Tharoor’s vocabulary, to

Some years ago, I had the privilege—or perhaps the irony—of being accommodated in a guest house inside the Rashtrapati Bhavan

Two speeches. One I was invited to give. The other, I invited myself to speak at. Both occasions ended with

It’s a strange feeling, this thing called goodbye. Not the kind you say at airports—those are often filled with soggy

“Interesting sculpture,” said a friend a year ago, as we drove past the Gokhale Bridge in Andheri, Mumbai, while pointing

This Saturday, I’ve been asked to speak to a gathering about my book DARE. Now, you’d think I’d strut in

Every now and then someone tells me with eyes wide and voice reverent, “You know, that national leader is old

The ceasefire was announced a few days ago, but looks like we’re still playing in the sandpit of war. Yes,