There was turmoil in the Mohan household the other evening. The kind that usually follows when cricket is discussed. Not because the TV set broke down during the Indo-Pak match, but because the Mohan parents discovered their two sons had just returned from playing cricket with the neighborhood bullies. “Playing…
The Lost Art of Small Talk..!
“Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?” There you go — I’ve just started a conversation that would have gone down well two decades ago. Today, if you try that line, the fellow beside you will either whip out his phone, pretend he’s late for a Zoom call, or worse, check…
Don’t Associate With Them..!
A few years ago, I attended a function. The choir sang like angels, and the crowd applauded like fans at a cricket match. But suddenly I was shocked, because there, on stage, smiling like a movie star at a premiere, sat a bishop who had been removed from the church….
Wanted – A Statesman..!
Our political leaders in the ruling party are getting old, and soon we will need younger, dynamic ones to lead our country. But as I watch our netas thump their chests and roar into microphones, I feel like putting out an advertisement in the classifieds: “Wanted – A Statesman. Age…
Being Human yet Invisible…!
I opened the paper this morning and there it was—big, bold headlines telling me that Salman Khan had stretched his muscular arms all the way to Punjab. Not to beat up another villain, but to rescue flood victims. The details were all there like a movie poster: 25 boats dispatched,…
Being Your Own Doctor..!
Today’s headline in page fourteen of the Times of India screamed, ‘Many Indians are treating AI as a doctor. And turning critically ill’. I chuckled—and decided to bring three people out of my imagination, one, my neighbor Ramesh who actually announced his own funeral date! Let me explain. Ramesh had…
Pretending to Play the Second Fiddle..!
Last week I wrote about people who played second fiddle and changed the world, but alongside that had written another about many who pretend to play second fiddle and find it convenient to remain doing so, because they are actually playing first fiddle. Initially I wasn’t sure there was anybody…
GPS and God..!
It’s funny, isn’t it? You slip into your car, punch in an address, and the voice of a polite young lady—or sometimes a very stern one—tells you exactly how to get there. “Turn right in 200 meters,” she says, and like a well-trained schoolboy, you obey. You don’t argue. You…
Repair the House, Don’t Paint the Cracks..!
It’s always easier to live in a lie, isn’t it? Like the man who paints cracks in his walls the colour of ivory and tells his wife, “Look darling, the house looks brand new!” Until the monsoon comes, the roof caves in, and they both discover the lie is more…
The Bold and the Cowardly..!
There’s always a hush in the land when a bold voice speaks. A hush not of respect, but of secret admiration. “What guts!” whisper the listeners behind closed doors, phones tucked under bedsheets, curtains drawn tight. Then, just as quickly, silence. The applause is private, the cheer is hidden, and…
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.