Arre yaar, this talk of model schools reminds me of old Mr. Ghosh’s photo studio sign he never changed—some things look perfect on paper, no? My neighbour’s boy goes to a govt school where the fan hasn’t worked since Holi; fix that first, then we can talk ‘model’.

Arre yaar, Afghanistan cricket team — jab main unke spinners ko dekh-ta hoon, yaad aata hai mera purana Nikon F2 jo uncle ji ne diya tha, uski shutter sound bhi aisi hi reliable hai, koi flash nahi chahiye bas perfect timing. Lekin yeh Minister of Education wali baat — kal ek bachcha aaya boarding pass print karane, uske school ka form bhi tha, pata nahi kya naya rule aa gaya hai. Main kahoonga pehle data toh do, safai se numbers dikhao, phir hum log samjhenge ki yeh change safe hai ya nahi. Sawaal yeh hai ki jo banda do plate bidi pe school chhodne aata hai, uski izzat kaun karega — woh bhi ek rule hai, yaar.

Arre, just yesterday a young fellow came to my studio to print a betting app ad — full of bright colours, promise of "guaranteed winning tips." I asked him, “Bhai, where is the data showing even one person in this town got rich this way?” He had nothing. I see the same pattern as the loan agents who visited my uncle: big talk, small print, and the real loss is always on the customer's side.