As I see more and more youngsters in the country jailed because they dared question, I remember an episode involving my own daughter, who decided to voice her protest. No, it wasn’t about climate change or fa
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Bob’s Banter
Very often when I send my column to the papers after writing, I never know who it has touched and what the results of my words are, and I think how often we are so impatient to see the results of some effort we
There’s a war going on and it’s time we became aware of it, or we’ll soon be destroyed. And it’s not the battle twixt the virus and the vaccine, which even though deadly, still isn’t laying low it’s
The mechanic who’d come over to repair my broken fender, stood in front of my car, “Sir!” he said happily, “as soon as I got sahib's phone call, I took my spanners, pliers, hammer and screwdriver…”
’Twas a few years ago, a sense of sadness crept over me, and I wrote this piece:‘She leaves tomorrow, my little one, back to the US to complete her studies. This morning I peeped into her bedroom, and the m
’Tis not often Liberty Island ferrymen and those that ply the Ellis island ferry around New York show agitation. “She was crying,” said a ferryman to his wife that night, “I swear I saw them tears roll
I love playing cricket, and even now am called down by the local Royal Blues team to play for them, especially when they have a player short. They tell me they love the four I pull over the bowler’s head and
The old government architect smiled to himself as he sat at the tea shop he frequented. His assistant who sat next to him though appeared a tad worried.“No more will people sneer at me and ask what have you b
It was while looking through the window glass I saw the crow. He was looking directly at me, and I knew he wanted his feed. I opened the window to put his food on an upturned pot which served as his table, but
We all love looking at old photos don’t we? We show our set of old snaps to all and sundry, maybe trying to tell people we were once young and innocent and good looking! The worst is when someone looks at an
It’s when I brush my teeth I think! Yes, that’s a bit strange isn’t it? But the comfortable feel of toothbrush bristles on my willing to be massaged teeth lull me into a relaxed state and that’s when id
"Would you like to see the pictures clicked?" the old lady asked me as I sat at a restaurant in Chicago, where I have come to stay for a few days. I looked at her, she had been sitting alone at the next table a
Initially, as news of the horrible virus spread, terrified people hurried for flimsy masks available at stores, rummaged for thicker, longer ones the shopkeeper said, would keep them safe not just from the viru
Are you eating crumbs falling under the table?Right next to where I write this column everyday, I have a large window, and am visited most all the time by a host of different birds and many squirrels. They come
She was over eighty, and not too sure of her steps as she fumbled to find the bannister railing, when the shopkeeper came running and extended his hand, “No thank you!” she said gruffly, and then looked at
“We are ranked as the cleanest city in India!” muttered some municipal boss in the city of Indore to his subordinate.“Yes sir,” the employee whispered back, “four years running!” “But to kee
’Tis a cold winter here in America where I’ve been the last month.’I wrote this three years ago, while spending December in America, under the Trump regime!‘The snows been thick and heavy, covering ever
A scene I remember ever so vividly years ago is that of going over to visit a friend’s sister just after she had been married. I was pleasantly surprised to find her father a rather plump and jolly old man al
Today, on India's Republic Day, I am proud to be a citizen of the world's largest democracy: Of a land that has a written constitution which is the longest in the world; 397 articles, 12 schedules.There are man
And in my mind’s eye, I picture scores of angels, running to the Lord with cellphones in their hands, “Lord!” says an old angel, impatience clearly in his voice, “Shall I tell her you’re busy, talking
