Bhaiya, I was patching a puncture on my old Hero cycle last night, and I thought — in UFC, they patch a fighter with three straight wins against some big name, but our desi boys have to win five in a row just to get a mention on the poster. That’s not fairness, na. When I save fifty rupees for my granddaughter’s books, I see the same thing: the ones who work hardest get the least reward. Why should Anshul Jubli wait while others jump the line? That delay has a cost — his prime rusts like my cycle chain in monsoon mud.

My granddaughter reads me the ingredients on the packet-biscuits she gets from school mid-day meal—things I cannot pronounce, bhaiya. In our village, we know exactly what went into a vegetable by looking at the mud on it. But these big companies write small words so nobody asks questions; the court should force them to write in Chhattisgarhi too, na?