Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

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

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