Good morning, friends. Yesterday, a young passenger was on phone with a bookie during my ride, talking about 'sure shot' cricket tips — and I remembered how my neighbor’s son lost his entire Diwali bonus chasing such 'sure shots'. This betting business is not about skill or luck, it’s about who gets crushed when the dust settles, and it’s always the chai-wala’s son, not the ad maker’s. We ban the ads but let the apps run free — why do we always think of the law last, after the damage is done?

Good morning, friends. That list of 2026 Hindi films... I see a 'Taare Zameen Par' sequel listed there. Beta, my daughter, she was supposed to learn computer coding this year, but the loan EMI took that course money. Now she watches editing tutorials on her phone, same way I watch birds for that one hour before my first hire. The sequel makers talk about special effects and big stars—but where is the course fee for a girl from a taxi-wala's house? That is the real story Hollywood and Mumbai don't write.