I was sitting in a café in New York today, watching the world walk past my table. This was unlike other eateries—people came here alone, not with their families. Next to me was a white American who had initially jumped two steps when my wife nearly took his Coke from…
Let’s Start Walking Our Talk Sir..!
I read the news report with a smile—one of those polite, tight-lipped smiles you give when someone’s trying to sell you something you know you already paid for.It said, “Zelensky calls Modi; Modi tells him efforts should be made to find a peaceful solution to the war.” Ah! Great words….
Pappu, Fill the Forms, Please..!
As I listened to Rahul Gandhi’s emphatic, fact-backed, passionate proof of the Election Commission’s complicity in massive voter fraud—proof worked out like a neat school project with all the answers right there—I waited for the Commission to do what any responsible guardian of democracy should do: reassure the people of…
What is Truth..?
“What is truth?” asked Pilate, looking straight at Jesus. It’s the kind of question only a politician could ask with a straight face — a bit like asking a doctor, “What is health?” while chewing on a batata vada deep-fried in last year’s oil. And poor Pilate — he had…
Tariffs, Tyrants and Truth..!
Sometimes, dear reader, we get so busy winning a little skirmish that we forget there’s a full-blown war still raging. Right now, our television screens are filled with chest-thumping over the “battle” with the US on tariffs. Ministers wag fingers. News anchors thump tables. Hashtags scream “We Will Not Be…
Less Brains, More Bhajiyas..!
Breaking news! Breaking news! Hold on to your samosas, ladies and gentlemen, because the Ministry of Education—yes, that ministry, the one meant to sharpen minds and sculpt futures—has just declared war… on fried food. Not on failing schools. Not on outdated syllabi. Not on students memorizing for marks instead of…
Running to China…!
Somewhere in Shanghai, the tall Chinaman looked at the other Chinaman and chuckled, “I can see someone running toward us.” “Who?” asked the second Chinaman, lifting his teacup with casual indifference. “The man from the cow belt. Wears kurtas that hug the wind and speaks in three-syllable slogans.” “But why…
Jyoti Sharma and a ‘Lesser’ People..!
It stings, doesn’t it? To be mocked on the world stage. To have a foreign leader—not exactly known for consistency or tact—toss our economic efforts aside with a sneer, label us a “dead economy,” and then, while we bend over backwards to accommodate his whims, leave us humiliated in front…
If The World Was A Café..!
This evening I have a rather unusual appointment. Not with a producer or a publisher, but with a few respected members of the Jewish community here in New York. No, not to debate politics or discuss theology. But ones who have shown great interest in a play I’ve written—about solving…
Why Hail the Bail?
And so, they walked out. Heads covered. Eyes tired. Shoulders slumped—not in defeat, but from ten days of sleeping on cold concrete and listening to threats that would’ve shaken the average street-hardened thug. But they were not thugs. They were not scamsters. They hadn’t set fire to buses or incited…
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.