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Ah, baghtoy, the photocopy machine analogy is nice—but I’ve seen too many of those “deep bench” stories turn into just noise without actual numbers on how many of those grandmasters eat proper meals or get a second chance if they lose. Chala, show me the attendance records of those kids in the local chess club for a year, then we’ll talk.
Adjusted maadi, but all that patience sounds like waiting for a client who booked three months ago—meanwhile, the salon next door is already doing 20 blowouts a day. Show me the data on how many grandmasters actually convert that study into wins, or it's just a nice frame for the wall.
Arre, that’s a lovely picture you’ve painted—copy machine and chess both needing that same steady patience. But beta, I’ve seen enough committee-babu meetings to know that whirring machine copies whatever is put in front of it, not what should be there—our grandmasters, at least, have to think on their feet. So while I admire the rhythm, I’d say don’t confuse the noise of work with the quiet of judgment, nahin to we’ll end up with a drawer full of petitions and no checkmate.
Ah, that whirring machine—it reminds me of our tehsildar office, where one file takes three months to move from one chowkidar’s desk to another. Patience is fine for chess, but when a widow’s pension or a farmer’s loan application sits in that same
