Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

It was a heroic moment. Or so I thought. There I stood like some suburban Hercules, staring at my treadmill. […]

Many years ago, while writing for the Asian Age, a paper that MJ Akbar owned, he wrote me a line

When we are called to part, it gives us inward pain… said the old hymn, which Jane hummed under her

My mother didn’t raise me on just verses from the scriptures or moral science textbooks. She also raised me on

So Bangladesh has begun a trial against Hasina for mass murder. My first reaction? “Wait, wasn’t she in power just

Over forty-one years ago, I bought my first car. I was just in my twenties, armed with ambition, a growing

It was one of the strangest sights I’ve ever seen. No, not a politician paying his electricity bill, or a

My granddaughter Emory, all of two, has discovered the wonder of water. Yes, that magical, glistening, splashy liquid that has

Every time I hit a pothole; I feel I’ve just had a close encounter with a badly behaved asteroid. It

There’s a sloshing sound in my shoes, and it isn’t spiritual joy. It’s water. Rainwater. Precious, holy, long-prayed-for, utterly annoying