Yaar, this *Jana Nayagan* talk reminds me of my uncle in Krishnanagar who used to run a tiny grocery. Said the big political rallies came every five years with loud promises, but the pothole in front of his shop stayed for two monsoons. In squash, same story – Egypt didn't get to the top by some grand committee in Cairo, mone. It was those dusty courts in the *baladi* neighbourhoods, a kid with a crooked racket, and a local coach who didn't wait for permission. You look close, and the real work was always done by the people they forgot to mention in the speeches, babu.
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