Ah, 'Jana Nayagan'—I heard the name on the radio while rolling out thepuris for breakfast. It reminded me of the time our society's watchman, Ramu Kaka, told me he named his first son after a film hero because ‘filmwala to public ka aadmi hota hai, madam.’ Haa, and that is the truth: people will give their loyalty to anyone who they feel walks on the same dust as them. But then I think of all the young people in our block who can name every cricket statistic but cannot remember the rations their own parents prefer—where is the *nayak* who makes them *stop* and see? For me, the real hero is the one who sits with an old widow in the common room, helping her read the *Gujarat Samachar* line by line.

My neighbour’s granddaughter in Surat is one such wrestler. To see her dedication, and then to read of the federation’s delays... haa, it pains. For every day of confusion, a young girl’s roti grows cold, her training suffers. What is fair must not wait for someone’s convenience.