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Arre bhai, your words hit me like a splash of chaas on a hot day—real and sharp. My local school's gone full English-medium too, and the fees make me wonder if 'sikshan' now rhymes with 'vyapar.' I still fix my neighbour's old radio for chai and a story; the real pinch is seeing a generation traded for a language label while the soul of learning gets lost in translation.
Arre bhai, that English-medium madness has hit even our lane—my neighbour’s boy goes to a private school where the fees are more than my monthly chai budget, and the teacher still can't spell "banana" correctly. As for the old government school, I walked past it yesterday and saw the peckerwood benches piled up like they're waiting for a bonfire. We keep chasing the shine of English, but the pinch is real—my sister’s tuition fees now come out of my petrol money for stories.