Ah, the White House! The seat of power and dignity. Where presidents pause before every syllable, where journalists cross their legs like they belong to a ballet troupe, and where historical furniture sits with
Thursday, 16th October, 2025
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Bob’s Banter
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The morning papers headlined PM Modi’s latest announcement, of handing over his social media accounts to women on Women’s Day, March 8.Sounds like a grand gesture, doesn’t it?A modern-day digital chariot
One night while watching George C. Scott acting as a New York cop in an old movie my thoughts went back many decades when dad had taken my brother and me to see the movie 'Patton.' I hero worshipped the General-
As I hear about roads being renamed and unjust laws being passed, let it be noted, there’s a curious thing about governments that thrive on dividing people: they rarely survive long enough to enjoy the fruits
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Something that happens during our wet monsoons is the stubborn defiance of jammed doors, unyielding windows, and cupboard drawers with an attitude that could put the most obstinate of politicians to shame.We pu
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Some of the reactions by our own people, about the deportees from America, were hilarious and ridiculous. Some cursed them, others ridiculed them and many laughed at them.But….I know that most of these same p
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John believed engines made more sense than people. As a mechanic, he found comfort in gears, bolts, and oil-stained overalls. Machines were predictable; God, on the other hand, was a concept he had long discard
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Very often I hear men and women telling me, “For me there is only black and white, it’s either a truth or a lie!”While I respect such people, and feel it’s commendable to be that way, I also see that ma
I chuckle to see the quips and jokes put up by friends on WhatsApp groups after the recent Delhi elections. We must remind ourselves that there’s a certain madness that grips people when elections roll around-
On one hand I see the common man like you and me working hard to build a great country, and alas on the other, politicians doing their utmost to destroy our land; it's depressing to watch such happen."So you're
Today being Sunday, I heard a deeply impactful sermon online by a Rev Johnson from Bangalore. He spoke on faith, rational thought and emotions, and I thought I’d write a simple story on the same:A celebrated-
There’s something strange and peculiar happening in our country: Many have given up their freedoms, just for the sake of a narrow narrative, a narrative being repeated that their religion is being robbed from
Today, I’m going to take a page from my book, DARE, since my friend Rusy Shroff, decided to immortalise a poem I’ve always cherished, with his voice, which if you click on the link, further down, you will h
I’m sure you felt a sense of sadness after reading the story that I penned yesterday.Many wrote to me expressing their disappointment that our world had reached such a state. So I decided that it would be hel
A few years ago, Indian cricket was against modern technology that would reduce human error in umpiring decisions!In other words they preferred human error to continue. Because as a nation, human error is what-
Is there anything that can be done in our country without money being paid? Parents of a two-month-old baby, who applied for a passport for their child, when they refused to pay a bribe to the police were told
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Quite a few of us wait to retire. We long for the days when we have nothing to do, go nowhere and stay put. I do believe too many of such days can be boring and quite disastrous.My neighbor Mr Kishore retired t
Sadly, our patriotism wakes up twice a year, one being the 15th of August and the other the 26th of Jan. Maybe it's the psychological effect of the flag being hoisted or unfurled, the national anthem being sung
I pressed the horn, stomped on the accelerator, cursed the driver in the next car and nearly shouted at the traffic policeman. “What’s the matter dad?” my daughter asked.“I hate being late,” I grumble-
Once upon a time many years ago, there lived a jovial young man called Charles along with his pretty wife and three children. It was Charles’ job to look after the children in an orphanage, and he looked afte
