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
Wednesday, 29th October, 2025
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Bob’s Banter
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
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As Harnaz Sandhu, with self-assurance and assertiveness, strong voice and spirited speech swept the Miss Universe title, she threw a message, not a bouquet of flowers to a waiting, receptive audience, but a bou
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It was a strange sound I heard from the trees the other day, and there through the branches saw stuck a coloured paper kite, along with taut string stretching and un-stretching and pulling the helpless kite tha
A few years ago my daughter sent me a photo, where she is sitting on a cycle in Central Park, New York. Under the photo, she has written, ‘thank you for teaching me cycling daddy!’ It was while looking at h-
Was walking along the aisle of one of the most magnificent cathedrals in the world, looking with wonder at its lofty columns, how they arched into holding the spectacular roof, way, way above my head when I saw
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Every day I saw him with his terrified dog.Leash in one hand and stick in the other, he screamed, shrieked and shouted commands to the poor dumb creature and if the four legged fellow failed to comprehend or re
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Over one hundred and fifty years old, St Patrick’s Cathedral on 5th Avenue, Manhattan, once the tallest building in New York, still manages to captivate with its sheer magnificence! I walked in awestruck by i
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If you’ve been thinking that cricket is only discussed and talked about by men on the field or commuters traveling in Mumbai locals or Delhi to Agra buses, you’re in for a surprise as my friend a bachelor,
It’s December, and here in New York, Christmas décor is already seen everywhere. I saw a Santa Claus, “Hey Santa!” I said to the sad looking Santa Claus standing near a mall, “You look a little sad, co
My mother, God bless her soul, always told me I was well loved because I had three mothers! What she meant was that I was loved by not just her but also her two sisters, and I equally loved them back. The-
It lies on my table; a piece of wood, actually a bamboo with holes in it. I pick it up, glance at it, nothing spectacular in its looks, nothing to talk about, actually, what's there to talk of a dirty bamboo wi
Many years ago in the Land of Andhor, there lived a mighty king who loved to do pleasing things for his subjects the people of Andhor! One day while holding court there came to him many wise men from his kingdo
It was with a weak hello she answered the phone. “Rosy!” I asked, “May I write about you?”“What’s there to write about me Bob?” she asked, a smile in same feeble voice.“Plenty!” I said, and my
This happened many years ago! The skies were dark and a heavy cloud hung over us as we drove on roads that echoed the darkness above. We were two writers in the car, my friend,
