Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

Fifty years ago, Mrs Indira Gandhi did something absolutely shocking. No, not talk in better English than the BBC anchor […]

It was St. Anthony’s feast day the other day, and as I passed a church glowing with candles and filled

So, there I was, sipping a hot cup of cutting chai outside my local tea shop, when I heard someone

It was a bright morning in a village next to Malgudi, where the sun always rose on command and set

So, there I was, strapped into seat 46A, my boarding pass still crumpled in my fist, and a packet of

Somewhere between the EMI for your fridge and the EMI for your scooter, corrupt Gujarat government officers have added one

Ahmedabad, last week. A plane crashes. Catches fire. The horror unfolds in seconds. Two hundred and forty-one people perish in

Sometimes, when the Wi-Fi is down at a seaside resort, and the coffee tastes suspiciously like punishment, I stare at

Nope, I didn’t write this on Father’s Day. I waited. Like the real father should. Not for the cards, the

Just when I thought I’d figured out our foreign policy—a headline in today’s paper left me scratching what’s left of