Arre, I was watching our boys sparring on my old TV between restocking notebooks and mosquito coils — the shop was full of kids who should be at school, but they were glued to the screen. My thought: all this federation committee talk, bhai, but will it get a village lad from Medak to a world medal? We ran a local boxing event last year on a muddy ground with borrowed gloves, and the real fighters never got a chance because the forms got lost somewhere. Jaldi karo, yaar — the boy who wakes up at 4 am to run on gravel doesn't have time for slow paperwork.
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