So, this morning while sipping my sugarless coffee (doctor’s orders; doctor being my wife), I kept reading all the horror that has just happened leaving twenty- six dead. And of course, the usual statements f
Thursday, 16th October, 2025
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Bob’s Banter
I almost choked on my morning porridge today. No, not because of cholesterol warnings, but something far more indigestible—Inspector Tukaram Kurundkar. The man, suspended for allegedly murdering a woman he wa-
It’s becoming an almost daily occurrence now—the news of another young person, full of potential, choosing to end their life.Not long ago, I sat across from a friend of mine, a respected psychiatrist, and a
The Reader’s Digest had a story that’s stayed on my mind.Not because it was dramatic, or tear-jerking, or filled with grand revelations, but because it was simple, painfully true, and quietly powerful.It wa-
They say there’s something different in the air every Good Friday.The sun dims a little more than usual, the birds go quieter than normal, and even the wind, that old gossip, hushes itself—perhaps rememberi
I once had a friend—charming fellow, always first to raise a toast and last to leave the room. The kind who knew just what to say, when to say it, and whom to say it in front of. Everyone liked him. So when s
In Indian culture, touching the feet of elders or respected figures is a gesture of reverence.But there’s something far deeper than tradition in that act—it is the outward sign of an inward humility. A post-
Many years ago, a friend of mine—a film buff to the core—told me something curious over a shared samosa and a matinee show.“I don’t watch the stars,” he said, eyes fixed on the screen. “I watch the
Ah yes, our very own Motormouth—what would television do without him?Or perhaps a better question—what would the nation not hear without him? Silence, maybe. A bit of peace.Possibly a complete sentence!Ever-
It’s a strange thing, isn’t it? You speak the truth, and they say you’ve lost your marbles. No, not gently suggest you might need a vacation, but outright declare: “You are mad!”I’ve seen it happen.
A dear old lady, after reading my piece yesterday on “Using the whip inside the temple,” wrote to me and said, “Bob, do you think our religious institutions would ever need such a cleansing?”I wrote bac-
The other day, as I was sipping my third cup of filter kaapi at a friend’s home, I was interrupted by a loud and angry television anchor, veins bulging, hair flailing, mouth firing missiles—not about corrup
Two years ago, I found myself flanked by some of the sharpest minds of our times— Gopalakrishna Gandhi, Gandhiji’s grandson, whose calm intellect could humble a storm, Vijay Amritraj, who’d volley words w
She leaned over the counter, a twinkle in her eye and a knowing smile. “It’s funny, ain’t it?” she said, wiping a glass clean. “Men only stop foolin’ around when their wallets get thin.”Well she d
We all want to live to a ripe old age, don’t we? The idea of basking in our golden years, sipping tea on a cozy verandah, and narrating tales of daring youth to grandchildren sounds delightful. But let’s fa
It’s astonishing how swiftly history fades—quicker than ink on wet paper, more transient than promises made before elections.Days after a mural commemorating the Liberation War of Bangladesh was veiled in L
Ah, the sweet scent of redevelopment!Promises of glossy new towers, luxurious amenities, and—best of all—extra square footage to boast about. Who wouldn’t be tempted?But, alas, the perfume of promise soon
Ah, Lent is here again—the season where we gleefully declare we’re giving up chocolates, social media, or coffee, only to transform into grumpy saints counting down the days to Easter. It’s a bit lik
Have you watched helicopters gliding effortlessly through the sky, their blades slicing through the air like a chef’s knife through butter. They hover, they soar, they dip gracefully—poetry in motion! From
The first time I saw a bulldozer, it was an awe-inspiring sight. A giant machine, powerful and imposing, tearing through mounds of earth with a mechanical efficiency that seemed almost hypnotic. It was a thing
