Nope, I didn’t write this on Father’s Day. I waited. Like the real father should. Not for the cards, the badly drawn pictures, or the forwarded WhatsApp poems with piano music in the background. No, I waited for the noise to die down. For the digital parade to pass. And…
Robert Clements is a journalist and newspaper columnist. With an estimated 6 million readership, his column, Bob’s Banter is published in over 30 newspapers and magazines in nearly every state in India, as well as in the top newspapers of Bangladesh, London and Dubai and is also translated into Hindi, Punjabi and Urdu.
You Can’t Be a Part-Time Father..!
Why China..?
Just when I thought I’d figured out our foreign policy—a headline in today’s paper left me scratching what’s left of my head: Defence Minister Set to Visit China to Rebuild Ties. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for building bridges. But building one back to China, right after they…
Just Enough for God..!
It happens every Sunday. The bold are bustling, the extroverts elbowing, and the spiritually self-assured are busy sitting in the front pews as if God had given out VIP passes. And there, somewhere in the shadows of stained glass and holier than thou looks, is that quiet someone. You’ve seen…
Grounding the Dreamliner..!
So now, NDTV says, they’re talking about grounding all Boeing Dreamliners flying in India. Yes, the same plane that evokes dreamy sighs from frequent flyers and mild envy from budget travelers. And while one part of me says, “Yes, safety first,” the other part—a slightly more cynical fellow who sits…
After Seeing Them Off..!
There’s a peculiar silence that follows a goodbye. It’s the kind that lingers in the air long after the honk of the cab has faded or the aircraft has vanished into the sky. A quiet emptiness that whispers with hope, ‘they’re on their way now.’ But what happens when that…
Resignations, Accountability, and You..!
Years ago, while still young, I owned a contracting firm. One morning, I got a call that one of my workers had fallen from the scaffolding. By the time I reached, he was gone. A life snuffed out before tea break. The police came. Looked around. Jotted notes in well-worn…
Automatic Doors After They Are Dead..!
So, the Railways have announced—with the solemnity of a priest at a last rites service—that they’ll finally install automatic doors on Mumbai’s local trains. Not before the tragedy.Not to prevent it.But after four lives were crushed, mangled, and tossed aside like used tickets on a Mumbra platform. Only then did…
Servant Leader or Supreme Ruler?
It was like watching a low-budget remake of a despot’s courtroom drama—except this wasn’t set in some banana republic or fictional dictatorship. No, this bit of tragic theatre played out in the sterile, overworked corridors of a government hospital in Goa, where the stethoscope is mightier than the sword—except when…
Lower the Bribe Rate..!
A few days ago, while having my morning coffee, listening to the birds and flipping through the newspaper with one hand I nearly spat the hot brew on the crossword puzzle. A full-page article—yes, not an ad for designer tiles or discount flats—boldly proclaimed that builders in Mumbai were requesting…
The Angels Are Vexed..!
The angels were vexed. Not just annoyed. Vexed. An old English word that belongs to Shakespearean dialogue, but perfectly suited the mood in heaven this Sunday morning. Harps were untuned, wings were ruffled, and not a single angel felt like singing. It had started quite innocently. One of them, glanced…