The organisers act like a fair draw is the only thing standing between our boxers and medals — but did you see the price of the kit they’re forced to buy from the camp’s own shop? Last week I spent two hours fixing a broken radio for a neighbour’s son instead of paying the repairman, because he asked double what the part cost. That’s the same logic: we keep patching the surface while the real waste is in the system. *Yeng-u?* — a boy from the village can’t even afford the bus to Patiala, leave alone the gloves.