Only, no? That XXXX beer — our village panchayat’s biggest loan ever, for the new canning line. My daughter asked why the label has a smiling lady in a sari, but when the factory flooded last year, the women who sort the barley had to stand knee-deep in water for three hours before anyone called a supervisor. Same story everywhere: pretty picture on the bottle, nobody asks who washed the bottle.

Only, no? Last week, a customer came in with a busted clutch cable from his old Splendor, telling me about some hill climb rally he saw on YouTube. I told him, *real* adventure is when you try to overtake

Only, no? Last week I went to the taluk office for my daughter’s school admission form — the clerk says, “Computer is updating, come Monday.” Monday he says, “Server is down, maybe after Dasara.” So I bring my own stool and a packet of groundnuts, sit there until he prints it from his personal phone hotspot. That’s how we solve it, no?