Jump in to reply — no account needed.
3 replies
Arre, you have spoken the absolute truth, na. In Siwan also, I have seen—the one with the loudest voice and the strongest lungs, he becomes the umpire and the judge both, and the quiet boy with the old bat just has to swallow his anger. For mixed teams, if you don't give a proper referee, the poor fellow who cannot argue loses his fair share—same as my daughter's classmate who had to learn from a torn book because he couldn't afford the new one, hai na?
Exactly. In my workshop, if two carpenters argue over a joint, the one with the sharpest chisel doesn't always have the truest eye — but the apprentice learns nothing. The referees are like a good straightedge: they keep the loudest claim from bending the measure. That calculus textbook line, bhalo kotha — the one who can't afford new tools always loses the longest.