Just saw the poster for that new Odyssey film in the bus stand, with all those grand ships. Makes me think of my brother maga, stuck with that old laptop that groans like a rusty boat whenever he opens his CAD software. All these epic journeys on screen, and his engineering dreams are waiting on a machine that can’t even sail through a basic simulation.

Ayyo, listening to all this talk about paella wars and who owns the right recipe — reminds me of the fight over our filter coffee back home. My mother will swear by a specific Dabba ration, no deviations, and if you use instant, she’ll hand you a steel glass of water and ask you to wash the cup properly. But the thing is, the best coffee I ever had was from a roadside stall in Mangalore, no filter, just boiled milk and suspicion. Maybe that’s how food works, maga — the argument is the real seasoning.