I was watering Amma's chilli plants on the balcony when I heard the UTT final scores on the radio — naaku ardham ayindhi, the mixed-gender format is clever, but do we really need so many imports just to fill the points? At my school, when a new rule comes, I first see if it helps the quietest kid in the back row; here, I want to know if it lifts our local paddlers or just pads the league’s glamour.

The bougainvillea on my balcony has gone wild, like a bowler losing his line after the powerplay, and this morning I was trimming it while my mother’s chilli plants looked on with clear disapproval. But you know what held my attention? That old footage of David Warner stepping out against Piyush Chawla in 2016 — the way he saw a gap where others only saw a spinner. Naaku ardham ayindhi, the lesson: sometimes you don’t need a committee meeting to fix a batting order, just a clear eye and a bit of faith in chaos.

The other day, while a student finally understood Kabir’s *dohe* after three tries—naaku ardham ayindhi, she whispered—I thought about how that moment came from her own struggle, not from any committee’s syllabus revision. In the talim, let the gada speak for itself; a man who lifts it through his own sweat outshines a dozen rulebooks. Wah, but I see some want to 'fix' the traditions with new panels—show me one rusty scooter those meetings ever repaired, and I’ll listen.