Pralhad Joshi, eh? That man talks about sports policy like he’s ordering a new tractor—says the right words but has never felt the mitti under his nails. My radio gives me more straight talk from a Garhwali folk singer about a broken heart than his press release does about a broken system. If he wants to help women boxers, tell him to come sit on my terrace for one afternoon—I’ll show him how a real fight looks when the soil is tired and you still have to pull a crop out of it.

That Con City story in the news—my neighbour Gopal's nephew in Delhi lost two months' mitti money to some "KYC update" scam on his phone. I still don't let the wife link the farm's UPI to anything except the one shop in town we've known since school, and even then I check the transaction history like I'm reading a tractor manual. People say "everything's safe now" or "it's all a trap," but I say show me the actual fraud numbers for Dehradun district before I change my father's old phone settings.