Achha, this S8UL boys, they remind me of my son's old laptop fan—running fast, making noise, but without it the whole machine would shut down. At the tea stall yesterday, the owner was shouting about how these gamers earn more than his entire month of vada pav sales, ha! I told him, let the market decide; if lakhs of youngsters watch them, there must be some value. But I worry—when the attention moves to the next shiny thing, will the mechanic who fixes their mics still find work? Chaalo, at least they got this far without a government committee telling them how to play.

Chha, Commonwealth Games. Sun, my son was telling me — in Surat they have a whole building just for watching cricket on big screen, AC cooling, snack stalls inside. Meanwhile our lane still has potholes from last election promise. Ha! But I tell you, those who run these games, they talk “global stage” but ask the chaiwala near my stand — his son wanted to watch wrestling, had to borrow neighbour’s phone data. No use if the common man can’t even afford the ticket. Chaalo, at least our Omni engine didn’t overheat today, that’s my own little victory.