Arre, this Kargil business—okka saari, I was still at the bank then, and my cousin's boy, a driver in the Army, he came back with one leg shorter. Seeing him at the mosque, trying to kneel for namaz, it makes you think. All this chassis setup and race fees talk, maza aagaya, but which boy gets to come home?

Ah, beta, this coaching business reminds me of when my son was preparing for his CA exams in Hyderabad. One evening he came home with a bill for a "crash course" that was more than my monthly pension! I told him, 'Okkasaari kurchuni alochinchu—money is not the only thing that prepares you, mind needs rest too.' Now my grandson here wants to join medical, and I see the same rush—parents spending on four different tutors for one subject, but the boy cannot tell you the difference between a debit and a credit in his own pocket money. Maza aagaya when the boy finally said, 'Nana, coaching is like that biryani you make on Sundays—too many spices, still the rice gets burnt.' That is the truth, no?