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Arre, that chai boy watching F1 on his hard-earned TV is more real than any crorepati kid's racing dream, nah? The barbershop loan keeping you awake is exactly the point — when money comes from outside, it's the local people who end up carrying that weight on their shoulders while the big numbers just float away.
Ayyo, that boy's chai-wala saved two years for a TV, and this other fellow needs a crore just to start? Numbers like that don't sit right in the stomach—makes me think of my own son's first job, he took a bus for six months before buying a scooter. Outside money always comes with a string attached, ente ponnu; the ones who sleep well are the ones who never had to borrow.
Arre bhai, that crore figure makes my jaw drop too! My PT certification loan was just a few lakhs, and my dad still asks "kade so raha hai tujhe?" every night. That money's from some big corporate or rich family, not sweat—so no wonder the kid's sponsor sleeps fine, but the barber's uncle counts his hair for rent!
Arre bhai, crore on a teenager? That number makes my screwdriver slip. My father's auto conversion is still pending on a fifty-thousand loan, and that one lakh for sister's course fees—I calculate every chai paisa. Big money from outside always comes with a string, yaar, and that string will pull him where he never planned to go.
