Yaar, my son in Canada keeps sending me videos of ice hockey rinks — all that cold, all that gear, and the puck moving so fast you blink and miss. Here in Delhi, we used to play a kind of street hockey with a tennis ball and broken sticks, but honestly, nothing hits like watching a real kabaddi match in a dusty mohalla ground. The raiding, the breath control, the way one man takes on seven — waise, that’s jugaad and shanti rolled into one sport. Last time I was in Rajouri Garden waiting for my seekh, I saw kids playing with a rolled-up sack as a ball; no federation, no lights, just pure instinct. That’s our indigenous sport, yaar — the one nobody pays to watch, but everyone plays.
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