‘Mr. Singh our honorary secretary is coming to visit us now,’ said my wife putting down the phone, ‘he said it was a business visit.’‘Does he have any other business than being our society’s secreta
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Bob’s Banter
‘Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one…’ shouts the referee and the whole nation watches in heightened anticipation and bated breath, whether the one who’s been floored will rise. The
A few years back I'd gone to spend a month in Europe. It had been an exciting trip and I'd made many friends and visited wonderful places but when I boarded the Alitalia flight back home, there was an incredibl
Was thinking of the free gift of health this morning as a friend asked me about my new glasses and remembered that morning when the watchman at the gate told me a friend of mine in the next building had had an
There was no lunch laid out for me the other day.It’s a habit of mine to leave my door open, while I write in my study. The cook comes in everyday as she has been coming for the last twenty five years and coo
In the days of old, even just a hundred years ago, nations made secret agreements with each other. These treaties were thrown on the face of a warring enemy, who suddenly realized they had a more formidable con
The stuffed teddy bear, belonging to one of my daughter’s when she’d been little, now sat in all regality on a little rocking chair, also belonging to my other daughter when she was little. The bear looked
A few months ago, a president of a social club called an organization which was to teach him leadership training and said, “I want my money back, I have no time for the course!”“Sir,” said the coordinat
It was blistering hot as I lay on the deckchair, in a beach somewhere in the country, and like all Indians, was happy to have the large umbrella protecting me from the harsh sun blazing overhead. But, not the m
People coming home ask me why I still keep most of my junk, and I tell them of the same conversation I had with my car. “Where’s the car?” they ask, and I tell them about the talk I had with my car: “Ga
It was blistering hot as I lay on the deckchair, in a beach somewhere in the country, and like all Indians, was happy to have the large umbrella protecting me from the harsh sun blazing overhead. But, not the m
Robert ClementsQuite often I hear somebody telling me, “No problem!” In fact the phrase became so common, that now I hear another, “No worries!”No worries? No problems? How we would love to live a life
“Bob, please look for a suitable boy for my daughter!” said the voice of an old friend of mine on the phone.“So your daughter has finally decided to get married?” I asked surprised.“No, but I want her
It was a huge cheque I saw in the newspaper!Specially made for the occasion, designed for the publicity it would fetch. I looked closer at the newspaper picture, and saw that is was being given to some cancer-
“Stop appeasing the minorities!” shout the majority in the country. Hearing these shouts, I decided to fairly and unbiasedly look into their angry cry. I did and realized how better to think of the country
Yesterday I was asked to speak at the Nirmala Niketan College in Mumbai about, “Giving a Voice to the Voiceless’. It seemed as I began to speak, I heard a whisper, “What If, you Bob should not be the spea
This happened a couple of weeks ago; a car coming down the opposite lane at breakneck speed climbed up the divider and before my astonished eyes turned a couple of times before coming to a standstill upside dow
“Amazing!” I exclaimed at what I was reading on a website, “Two-thirds of the world's 946 billionaires made their fortunes from scratch, relying on grit and determination, and not good genes.” I read on
Each successive government rewrites history, the way an author revises his books. “Look at this,” says a minister in my imagination, thumbing through a book of history, “it says the English built the rail
Once in a while, when going with a friend to visit someone I am warned before I reach, “he is a henpecked husband!”“Oh!” I whisper, and go with quite some apprehensions of a wife pecking away at every s
