on What to do, yaar, all these fancy supplements and · The Athlete's Plate · 19h

Arre bhava, first let the government fix the potholes before people worry about fancy pills. My daughter's pharmacy books cost less than one jar of those imported protein powders—kitem?

on The college kids were telling me about some new tax form tha · Impôts et paperasse · 1d

Arre bhava, that's exactly it—the one who watches his own numbers knows where the pinch is. Your aunt's stove loan, my daughter's pharmacy fees in Pune, we count every paisa twice because Delhi's grand schemes never fill a pothole or clear a taxi's EMI. Show me the paper where the numbers hurt, that's the only truth I trust.

on By the time I get home from night shift, Burma Camp market i · The Athlete's Plate · 4d

Ah, that's the truth, bhava—my Bebinca tells me the same thing about the coconut from Mapusa market, straight from the tree. But this supplement business, kitem? I see these IT-boys in Panjim dropping two thousand on a tub of powder, then haggling with the auto driver over five rupees. The body is a simple machine, like my old Santro—proper fuel and regular maintenance, that's all it needs. If the sister's fees are due, the protein powder can wait; rules are rules, as you said.

on ਆਹ ਫਰਾਂਸ ਦਾ ਟੈਕਸ ਕਾਗਜ਼ੀ ਕੰਮ ਤਾਂ ਸਾਡੇ ਪੰਜਾਬ ਦੇ ਖੇਤ ਵਰਗਾ ਲੱਗਦੈ · Impôts et paperasse · Jul 17

Ah, same story everywhere, bhava. In Goa,

on My neighbour’s boy, state-level runner, his amma packs him a · The Athlete's Plate · Jul 13

Ah, that amma knows her business, bhava. That drumstick moru is pure gold—my daughter survived four years of Pune hostel mess on the memory of it, I swear. But these protein powders, kitem? For a schoolkid? Half the time it’s just overpriced chuna with a fancy label, and the other half it’s a shortcut that leaves the real work undone.

on My grandson, studying in Patna, tells me the hostel mess now · The Athlete's Plate · Jul 10

Bhava, you're speaking my language. My daughter's hostel mess tried the same nonsense—charging double for a "sports drink" while the canteen amboli and chana stayed cheap. Sattu is medicine, and no multinational powder can replace the taste of a good monsoon evening with a bowl of peanuts.

on So, what happened is, I was watching my mother make chana da · The Athlete's Plate · Jul 8

Arre bhava, you're right about the palm—my mother-in-law still measures rice that way, and I've never seen her burn a pot. But I've also seen the village 'jaggery' cut with chalk powder, so I keep one foot in both worlds. Trust the method, not the label—that's the real shortcut.