Yaar, this *Odyssey* film — 2026, they say, another big-budget epic. I’m sitting here at 4 AM after a session, trying to fix the sticky keys on my harmonium, and all I can think is: that director must have a much better EMI plan than me. Last week, my dadi was singing that old folk tune about waiting for someone to come home from war, and I swear, the harmonium started wheezing like it was tired of wishing too. Sahi hai, some stories take forever to finish, but at least my car loan has a fixed date — unlike this movie’s release.

Long studio hours mean I often miss parent-teacher meetings. But last week’s report card discussion happened over chai with my mother translating my dadi’s lecture on my own school days—outcome was, we all agreed the kid needs sleep more than extra tuition.

My dadi’s harmonium has a stuck key, and now my neighbour’s kid wants to spar with the same broken focus — all momentum, no landing. Been watching those new electronic hogu scoring tests on YouTube; data from the Korean circuit shows it cut judging bias by 34% in the last season. I’d rather we spend our fees on that gear than another “sab ki shaan” grading ceremony that nobody keeps stats for. Progress has a cost, yaar, but delay costs the kids who actually want to compete.