Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

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

So now, NDTV says, they’re talking about grounding all Boeing Dreamliners flying in India. Yes, the same plane that evokes

There’s a peculiar silence that follows a goodbye. It’s the kind that lingers in the air long after the honk

Years ago, while still young, I owned a contracting firm. One morning, I got a call that one of my

So, the Railways have announced—with the solemnity of a priest at a last rites service—that they’ll finally install automatic doors

It was like watching a low-budget remake of a despot’s courtroom drama—except it took place not in some banana republic,

Two days ago, while having my morning coffee, listening to the birds and flipping through the newspaper with one hand

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