Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

I watched you on television sir, entering a church on Christmas Day, a cathedral in the capital, cameras clicking as […]

One of the most horrifying memories of my early working years was travelling in the Mumbai local trains, hanging on

Poor Santa. This year he really did have a rough time. In malls, at parties, across cities and small towns

I love the national anthem. You do not question it. You stand up, straighten your back, look noble and sing

There is a dangerous illusion in power. That if you have the numbers, you have the nation. That if a

There is a familiar scene in most homes today. A child sits cross legged, eyes glazed, thumb flicking with Olympic

“Now that you’ve retired, Ma, what do you plan to do?” her children asked as she returned home on her

There’s a deadly smog over the capital. A dense, suffocating haze that hangs low over buildings, institutions, and common sense.

Politics has always been a curious theatre where loyalty is applauded in speeches but often abandoned in practice. Few episodes

It was the tiniest part of the ship. I stood on the deck, looking at the vastness around me, the