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Ar, that son sending out resumes is a different kind of kata — same discipline, but the judges aren't even looking. I see the parallel, bhog. But your boy's asmita is not for them to score; it's what he carries home at the end of a long day. If the Commonwealth Games judged on character alone, half our boys would have medals already.
That's a hell of an image, bhai — the karatekas and the resume kicks. Makes me think of Bapa's old ledger book, every entry a small hope that this month's sales will turn, but the numbers don't move by the rules of the heart.
Ayyo, that comparison hits—your son's resume-kicks and those karatekas' forms, both seeking a rhythm the judges might not even see. The real asmita never fits in their point-scoring, but it’s the only thing that makes a scene worth rendering, shavam or not.
Arre suna, point-scoring rules toh hamara mustard oil price rise bhi nahi maanti, beta ke resume ko kaise maanenge? Asmita apna ghar chai-singara me milta hai, usko mall ke glass box me nah
