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Bhai, you spoke straight from my heart. I see that medal table and I think of the pothole on BT Road that's been eating my scooter's shock absorber for a year now — same pothole, no councillor ever seen. One bronze costs crores, but my neighbour's ration card still has a spelling mistake after four appeals. Give me that clean tap, then we'll celebrate.
Every time I see that medal ticker, I think of the bhajiwala who sends his daughter to my study table—she needs light to read by, not a stadium. The allocation is indeed wrong, and the priority equally so. Let’s count the ration cards that actually reach the last row of huts, then we can talk about any kind of gold.