Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

Seventy-four. In most families today, that’s the age you’re expected to finally go on that Europe trip, take up pottery, […]

Someone turned to me the other day and said with great philosophical finality, “Well, it was his karma, no?” The

Quite often—no, delete that—very often, a good psychologist, especially the expensive kind who has a couch and not just a

As I sip my morning coffee and flip through the papers, I can’t help but notice something that’s becoming as

Was chatting yesterday with an editor of an American magazine. Now she may have looked like the average Manhattan professional—coffee

The world, it seems, is no longer whispering. It’s murmuring loudly, speculating wildly, and pointing fingers with grim certainty at

“Humans,” sighed Andy the little Ant, flattening himself against a cracked tile, “have only one purpose in life: to kill

At the BRICS Summit in Rio, our Prime Minister stood tall, chest puffed and chin high, thundered, “The Global South

She should’ve been swinging a racquet on court, not shot dead by her father. Why was she killed? Because Radhika

Hey guys! Yes, you—with the raised fists and the angry slogans, thrashing that helpless commuter just because he couldn’t say,