Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

Some people seem to carry the past around like an old suitcase. The suitcase is torn, the handle is broken, […]

I have been following the debate about who should be the next James Bond, and one name keeps popping up

This must have taken the wind completely out of the sails of the ruling dispensation. For years they had a

There was a time when a lockdown meant a dangerous virus was roaming the country. Today it means the people

Two nights ago, I was invited to a meeting of the All India Payam E Insaniyat Forum. As I listened

The white bearded village chief and his bald-headed deputy stood at the edge of the village where nobody would overhear

Over thirty-five years ago, on a dark and stormy Bombay night, I took what seemed an innocent right turn into

Imagine a runner who has done well in the hundred metres. He has completed cross country races. He has survived

“There is only so much work a mouse can do!” I nearly fell off my chair. First, because my computer

The other day a close friend wrote to me. “Bob, if you don’t like India, why do you stay here?”