Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns! he said.Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.Forward, the Light Brigade!Was there a man dismayed?Not though the soldier knewSomeone had blundered.Theirs n
Saturday, 14th March, 2026
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Bob’s Banter
And during the next elections as different parties promise freebies to the poor, and the same poor people with stars in their eyes jump to claim them, remember its your tax money that is being paid in exchange
Robert ClementsIll have another drink, he told the waiter.Its your fourth, I said.So youre good at counting, he acknowledged.Dont you think youve had enough?I know when to stop, he said, looking at me red faced
I pressed the horn, stomped on the accelerator, cursed the driver in the next car and nearly shouted at the traffic policeman. Whats the matter dad? she asked.I hate being late, I grumbled.Dyou know of all the
Heres a small story of two brothers who lived side by side in their own farms for many years, until one day, a foolish argument caused a rift between them. This was the first serious disagreement the brothers h
They came in fancy funeral attire!Friends and relatives in their Sunday best, carefully preserved for occasions like this; a funeral of a young relative!Id come early, and expected nobody! Because no one had co
King Charles! It seems a bit strange to call Charles the king of England, after getting used to addressing Britains constitutional monarch as Her Majesty the Queen, so King it is, and a constitutional monarch i
Robert ClementsIts still a New Year! sang out the sun as it rose over a sleeping world, Its only twelve days old!And from every tree a collective caw, a chirp and a cheep of joy rose in crescendo, as they were
Three sparkling white buildings!A guest house with grounds!All housing one hundred and four orphans!And yet I remember when all of this wasnt ever there, not on the ground nor also in the mind of the founder. H
A friend sent me these gems of wisdom penned by a grandpa, and since Ive become one again two days ago, I thought Id share them with you all, so have a laugh: Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose
Though I have visited and holidayed with family in quite a few of the hill stations, the visit I remember so well was the Rohtang Pass in Kulu Manali. The sudden appearance of the mighty Himalayas, peak after p
On New Year's Eve, most cities in our country have the highest number of policemen on duty. Because this is one night they are supposed to really work, and thats not about solving a crime, but about preventing
It was a strange ride back home one Sunday. The daughters were furious and so was their father; me. Something had happened that we all felt was unfair. Ive been insulted, said my eldest.Its not fair, said
It could have either been a careless mason, or that the area under the tile was crumbling and had to be broken. And so, broken it was. Not just the area beneath the tile, but the tile also. The mason did his jo
Can you imagine, said the elected representative, poking a fat finger into my ribs, the people want a new bus terminus.Yes, I said, Ive heard about that.What do we need a bus terminus for, he said, when we have
Today, theyre five years old! And I reproduce what I wrote of them when they surfaced on earth:Theres two young men, twins, whove come into my life, and as I hold either one or the other of my daughters newborn
Now, Im not one to panic over small sounds coming out of nowhere, but these here voices were coming from boots and even a pair of shoes in my room, Bob, write about us today please!You dont disobey shoes and bo
Theres more and more news coming from all over the country of churches being broken and believers thrashed. And from the leadership, a huge silence.Im reminded of the play, Murder in the Cathedral where the kni
Bob, she wept on the phone, I dont have a job!Hows that? I asked, very surprised, You have many years before retirement and youre good at your work, I thought?Thats what I thought too, she whispered, But
Leo Tolstoy, the great Russian author, writes about walking down a street and passing a beggar. Tolstoy reached into his pocket to give the beggar some money, but alas, his pocket was empty. Turning to the begg
