Today, as I listen to the political noise, the talk by rivals, the rabid thrusts, the bluster and blabber, the eyeball looks, and ferocious threats, I think of the steam engine!In my mind, even today, there is
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Bob’s Banter
“What’s that terrible smell?” shouted the chairman of the board, who was the head of a charitable organization that looked after those in prison. We all wondered where the smell came from, and looked at t
I've always been rather fond of John: People said he wasn't good looking but I've seen pretty girls hanging onto him and realized he was quite comfortable with himself, till last evening: "Bob you're not going
He had worked abroad all his life, and today as he stood with the rest of the family at the wedding of his daughter, he realized he didn’t know her at all. He looked at his wife, she looked old and care worn.
Decades ago, I traveled the local trains of Bombay, most often clinging to the sides of the doorway, hanging on for life. Daredevil stunts like this helped me get to my destination on time, maybe a bit dishevel
Maybe you don’t know, or just maybe you don’t want to read between the lines but with recent pictures of a bare chested Putin flexing muscle, or another talking about the size of his chest, there’s a new
How often I’ve seen a child or maybe an adult rushing home from school or work, eyes all aglow, “I’ve done well in my exam!” shouts the child to his parents, “I’ve got a fantastic order today!” sa
In ancient Greece and Rome, the Stoics, a group of philosophers who preached the value of emotional resilience — and whose teachings have plenty of modern-day devotees — urged adherents to let insults go.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you in a safe house!” says the police officer reassuringly to the frightened but bold person who has decided to testify against his criminal boss! And time and again as such a c
It’s always amused me some, that in the US a black man is called ‘coloured’. I guess to the white man of the old days, anything that was not white was coloured.Today, though it’s not about the coloured
It was one of those days when you suddenly have time and you don't know what to do with it; the wedding ceremony I'd attended was over by four in the afternoon and the reception was late in the evening; somehow
Was listening to Shashi Tharoor speak very eloquently on how the British looted India and about the atrocities committed. I have visited New Zealand and the United States, where the natives keep reminding the w
“I’m so sorry to hear you’re down with Covid!” you whisper with concern into the phone, “And if there’s anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask!”Well, it might not be just during these
Being a writer has its drawbacks I discovered one day when I took my shoes over to the shoe shop. "New shoes!" said the shoe shop owner looking at the pair."Quite old," I said, "nearly three years!""They're sti
And as India erupts in colour, what a delightful scene it is! Reds and greens, blues and orange, yellows and browns, splashed, sprayed, squeezed, and suddenly joy and laughter erupting from town and village, ci
The vet shakes his head as he looks at my old Jeff, “He’s on his last legs!” he says and it is painful for me to hear that.“What can we do to make him comfortable?” whispers my wife, and is told of a
‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’Not once, not thrice either, but dozens of rounds, from a lethal AR-15 assault rifle!Not in the wilds of Africa or a barbaric area like the present Syria, but in Boulder, 45 kilometres fr
As I drove to the airport that day, early this morning, my heart was heavy with sadness, I was going to say goodbye to my precious child and I drove in silence, “You okay dad?” she whispered, and I nodded,
There are many who’ve tried to define democracy, and there are many definitions for the same, but when I think of democracy I think of a road. A road called Democracy, leading to one’s Utopia! It is a narro
“I am a very secular person!” announced Mrs Kapoori one day to the girls at home, who were her paying guests, “I don’t care if you are Punjabi or Bihari or South Indian!” And then she heard the noise.
