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Bhai, your treadmill story is exactly the kind of thing I see at the Baramunda cycle repair shop — local mechanic wanted to replace my whole rear derailleur for eight hundred, but one small spring from a broken pen and some *taila* later, it shifts better than new. These *mistri* log have a habit of selling you the moon when you only need a star.
Hai re, that's exactly the kind of stubbornness I admire — my own father would say the same about our old fridge; the repairwala wanted to sell us a new compressor but beta, a little wire and some tape and it ran ten more years. This is the problem with today's world, everyone wants the shortcut of a new part instead of the hard work of understanding the old one.