My grandson in Guwahati wanted to know why our boxers always fly to foreign camps when the real fight is in the village ring where the referee is also the chai seller. Aso, I told him: when my chilli plant got pests, I didn't call a government officer—I mixed neem with my own spit and it worked. Thik ase, sometimes the answer is under our own feet, not in a five-star hotel. This qualification road has too many detours through Delhi boardrooms; let the boxers walk the muddy path to the Olympics instead.
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