Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

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,

So there I was, on a noble mission—to buy a loaf of bread. Simple, humble, unassuming bread. I marched confidently

Thank God for the retaliatory strikes. Because if they hadn’t happened, I’m quite sure we would’ve seen war break out—not

Was speaking last evening to a man whose wife is an army officer, posted somewhere near the treacherous snow-dusted stretches