For many years I worked as a salesman in my fathers company. There were times when I nearly made a sale but the customer would say that he would call me the next day and confirm the order. I would come back qui
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Bob’s Banter
How often before finding out more about the quality of a product, we go in for something cheaper based on the price and regret later. Thus, came this imaginary experience of a cheap car:“Our engineers burned
In the good old days when public speaking was an art, many enrolled in classes to learn how to have confidence in themselves, how to convince people and thereby control a situation, which were known as the thre
If there was some mechanism that could amplify all cell phone conversations taking place at once, the sound produced would be louder than an earthquake or bomb blast, a rumble worse than a giant drill tearing i
She opened the bathroom door. He lay dead inside. She called me, her voice hysterical. They had, had a drink the night before, and another and another and another, and he already with liver ailment had staggere
The dog was not in his best spirits. “Anything the matter?” I asked. He didn’t bother to look up. “The dog is not in good spirits,” said the wife to me. I nodded and waited for others in the house to
My morning coffee, which is over a jug tall, is my addiction, but about a month ago, narry a day went by when the taste of those exquisite beans did not surprise me. The coffee powder was the same, the water I
Was at the Holocaust museum in New York once and as I walked in tearful silence, past horrible pictures of concentration camps, faded pictures of pretty girls, anxious mothers, despairing fathers and eager sons
“It’s raining in January!” said my treadmill with a black disgruntled look.“So?”“Why did you go for a walk in the rains, you could have used me instead!”“What could you have offered me, “I ask
We walked towards the mountain, my friend and I. We knew we had to cross to the other side. We had heard, the valleys across were full of milk and honey, that jobs were aplenty, people sweet and friendly and op
A line appearing almost daily in newspapers, after murders in broad daylight, religious places vandalized, or assaults committed is that the ‘police were mute spectators!’ I decided to visit a police statio
'……May the outer and inward man be one..' SocratesYears ago as a teenager, I remember seeing Gregory Peck in Mc Kennas Gold and telling myself that wow, I would love to be that man. He was one
Been watchin' an old video of the Chinese Olympic opening night over a decade ago, and been gazing spellbound at them eleven thousand sports people from all over the world, stampin' their footprints on huge par
I opened the morning paper and frowned as I read headlines about inflation in India, “This is ridiculous!” I muttered to myself, “as usual the USA is jealous of us, China wants to belittle us and the UK w
It was at the historic city of Charleston I found the flute. I’d wandered into one of the oldest markets in the USA, the City Market, it’s old brick walls and tiled roof pouted history to all who ventured i
In many an auction you hear the auctioneer offering some particular piece in an ‘as is where is condition’! Which means that it is being sold in its current condition, whatever this condition happens to be.
Today as I'm flying back home from New York, something that stands out vividly in that city is it’s passion! A passion for enjoying work with subways and roads filled with millionaires and billionaires on the-
“What’s happening?” I ask as a man on the street with a loudspeaker shouted, “Free! Free! Free!”“A political party is distributing spectacles free of cost for everybody!” says someone in the crowd
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As I sit on the porch of the old house, in the historic city of Charleston, where we are holidaying I sip my coffee and sniff the morning air. It is crisp, fresh and highly invigorating. Even though temperature
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Not just you and me but big and small nations burn their national fingers trying to befriend a bully! Over fifty years ago, President Nixon, quite a crafty man, and not just because of his Pinocchio nose, decid
