I have discovered a new species of human being. The Forwarding Genius. He wakes up in the morning, brushes his teeth with one hand, and forwards messages with the other. By the time he has had his first cup of
Monday, 30th March, 2026
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Bob’s Banter
Yesterday I attended a meeting in my society to discuss the feasibility report with a firm, which in Mumbai is not just a project, but an emotional rollercoaster with blueprints.There were long discussions, wit
The rarest words in the English language are not income tax refund or lets talk peace. They are three simple, honest, terrifying words, I messed up.Two days ago after that shocking collision at LaGuardia in New
Yesterday I went to a party where the organiser, a lady, introduced a game. If she said yes, the participants had to shake their heads in no. If she said no, they had to shake yes. Within minutes, people were n
I spent an astronomical sum two evenings ago to watch Wicked the Musical, at that grand Ambani theatre in Bandra, where even the chairs seem to have better posture than the audience. I walked in as a storytelle
There seems to be a sudden shortage of hobbies among the elderly gentlemen running the country. Having failed to handle inflation, infrastructure and international relations, they have now taken up a far more d
The Anti- Conversion Law has arrived in Maharashtra, and like all significant state and national developments, I felt it my duty as a responsible citizen to first implement it where I thought I had absolute con
Hello!The voice came from somewhere near the floor.Now at my age, hearing voices is not something one admits easily. If I told my family I had heard a voice from the ground they would immediately stop discussin
There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding about diplomacy. Many people believe diplomacy means compromise. They imagine two leaders entering a room with strong opinions and walking out with weaker ones, eac
Yesterday morning I received a rather urgent phone call.Bob, said a voice on the line, the engineers have come to check the beams and pillars of my flat.The caller was a visually impaired gentleman who lives in
War has finally arrived at our dining table. Not with tanks, not with soldiers marching past our windows, but with something far more terrifying. The possibility that tomorrow morning our kitchen gas cylinder m
Around where I live the temperature has climbed to forty-two degrees centigrade. Forty two. The kind of temperature where the sun does not merely shine. It interrogates you.You step outside for three minutes an
India won.Not in kabaddi, not in gilli-danda, but in cricket.We thrashed New Zealand, and a few days earlier we had done the same to England. And that is where the comedy of history begins. Because cricket, in
Something quite extraordinary has happened in our country this week.Silence.Not the peaceful silence of meditation. Not the calm silence of a choir rehearsal. Not even the slightly suspicious silence of a child
India has quietly become the global headquarters of war expertise. Not in the Pentagon. Not in NATO headquarters. Not even in the United Nations. No, the real military command centres are located in Indian livi
Somewhere in the mysterious headquarters where society writes its unwritten rules, a committee must have once met and decided something very important. Men must be tall. Women must be short.In fairy tales the p
This morning I began my sixth book. Sixth. Which either means I am hardworking or that publishers have not yet figured out how to block my emails.The book is titled One Note at a Time. It is about choral music
Ninety-seven runs in fifty balls!That is not a cricket score. That is a public announcement that the bowlers may kindly reconsider their career choices.The West Indies had piled up a total so enormous that even
The other day we were clutching our collective hearts over a robotic dog that turned out to be less Make in India and more Made Somewhere Else. For a brief shining moment, we were united in embarrassment. How c
When I first read about the Galgotias University robotic dog that turned out to be a Chinese import wearing an Indian nametag, I felt an unexpected wave of nostalgia.This is exactly the sort of thing a classmat
