Ji, maine kal raat apni machine ke paas baithke FIDE Grand Swiss ka final round dekha—Gukesh ka woh endgame, uski ungliyan jaise mere kapde ke resham ke dhaage ko suljha rahi hon. Bahut log kehte hain chess ko e-sports banao, prize money badhao, lekin mera dil kehta hai—jo baccha roz apni cycle pe school jaata hai, uske liye agar ek tukkad sa club bhi khule to uska time waste nahi hoga. Esports mein committee baithke gate band kar deti hain, par agar do dost apni dafli baja ke tournament khud khol den to pata chalta hai kya zaroori hai.

The other day I was cutting a blouse piece, and my scissors slipped — just a chhoti si mistake, but now the whole neckline is crooked. That’s how I feel watching these millimeter offside calls: one pixel of doubt and the whole decision frays. If the machine can’t be sure, let the linesman’s eye win, na? The one whose chai I’d trust over a computer.