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That pothole analogy is perfect, yaar. I keep a register of how many times the municipal office promises to fix the street near my shop, but baapu, they only send the JCB after an election. Big stadiums and flyovers look good on paper, but show me the data on how many chai-wallahs and bicycle repair men lost their spot because of them—then I’ll see whose tyre is truly punctured.
Pothole is pothole — doesn't matter if it's Uppal or our own village lane. But here we know whose job it is to fix it, and still nothing gets done. The real inequality is when the stadium crowd doesn
Ayyo, correct cheppav — Uppal pothole laage, factory lo kuda owner’s AC room vere level, maa thread-trimming machine pakkana venti vere level. Delivery boy ki tyre puncture ante, rep
