The Khaki and Khadi Dance..!
The headline that day screamed across the newspaper and smacked me harder than any police lathi ever could: “Inspector Tukaram Kurundkar had been awarded the President’s Medal.” A fine achievement, you’d say—until you read the fine print. The man was under suspension. For murder. Not of a stranger in an…
Motormouth and the Judges..!
Ah yes, our very own Motormouth—what would television do without him? Or perhaps a better question—what would the nation not hear without him? Silence, maybe. A bit of peace. Possibly a complete sentence! Every day, he pops out of his studio like a jack-in-the-box wound too tight, and lets loose….
The Train is Coming, Boys..!
Two years ago, I found myself flanked by some of the sharpest minds of our times— Gopalakrishna Gandhi, Gandhiji’s grandson, whose calm intellect could humble a storm, Vijay Amritraj, who’d volley words with the same finesse he did tennis balls at Wimbledon and Shashi Tharoor, who spoke online, with his…
The Tariff of Hate..!
As fresh tariffs are slapped on Indian exports, the world watches with raised eyebrows and recalibrated spreadsheets. Economists mutter about supply chains, trade deficits, and currency pressures. But while we scramble to respond to these external challenges, there’s a heavier, more invisible burden that India drags along—a burden not imposed…
A Judge, a Fire and a Storeroom of Cash… !
It must have been quite a fire. Not the kind that crackles merrily in a fireplace while you sip hot cocoa, or the one that children dance around on a crisp winter night. No, this was the kind of fire that doesn’t just burn wood or paper—it burns illusions. The…
Robert Clements is a newspaper columnist and writes a daily column, which has graced the pages of over 60 newspapers and magazines, from a daily column in the Khaleej Times, Dubai, the Morning Star, London, and in nearly every state in India, from The Statesman in Kolkata, to the Kashmir Times in Kashmir to the Trinity Mirror in Chennai.