Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

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

It’s a strange word—surrender. One we don’t like to touch, let alone use. It feels like failure, doesn’t it? Like

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