Bob’s Banter by Robert Clements

Last week a fighter jet crashes into enemy territory. Within hours, plans are drawn, satellites begin peeping like nosy neighbours, […]

It is Good Friday, and once again my mind wanders to that hill outside Jerusalem where three crosses stood like

The other day I attended a talk where the speaker, a very famous author, talked. Mind you, not ‘spoke’. Talked.

As Good Friday approaches, there’s one picture that quietly settles into the mind: Three crosses on a hill. One in

Strange contradiction, right? How can you be both unprofessional and a professional? It sounds like saying you are a vegetarian

I have discovered a new species of human being. The Forwarding Genius. He wakes up in the morning, brushes his

Many years ago, sitting in a charming little café perched like a contented cat atop Malabar Hill, my wife and

For years my morning coffee, I have in my garden, has come with a peaceful audience. Crows, mynahs, pigeons. Sparrows,

Yesterday I went to a party where the organiser, a lady, introduced a game. If she said yes, the participants

I spent an astronomical sum two evenings ago to watch Wicked the Musical, at that grand Ambani theatre in Bandra,