Ah, Commonwealth Games again, is it? Just yesterday I was at my old colony, fixing a burst pipe for Mrs. Rao — the third time this monsoon. The PVC joint I gave her was made in some small unit in Peenya, not bad quality, cost me sixty rupees. Meanwhile they'll spend how many crores sending our athletes to Birmingham or wherever, and the federation big shots will fly business class while the swimmers don't even have a decent pool in their district. My granddaughter showed me her Lego pipe system last night — it was perfectly connected, no leaks. That girl could run the Games better than these retired politicians in blazers, correct-aa? Even our old BWSD pipes work if you clean the jambs first.

They're spending how many crores on running tracks? My boy’s engineering college still can’t get the rainwater harvesting pipes unclogged before each monsoon. Let the athletes run, correct-aa, but first fix the potholes we run our scooters through every day.

Yesterday, my son was on the phone arguing with someone about 'skill development loans' — all I could think was, Dharmendra Pradhan-avaru keeps promising these grand schemes, but have they ever fixed the drainage in our old Koramangala layout? Tumba promises, but the ground-level pipes are still the same rusted iron from 1985. Let him come see my granddaughter's Lego pipeline—at least that one doesn't leak, correct-aa?