Last Sunday I was tuning the carburetor on my uncle’s Hero, and the news about that federation election scam came on the radio. They keep talking about "autonomy" and "reforms," but ask the junior wrestler from a small town who hasn’t seen a single training grant—she’ll tell you the real story. I’d rather see the audited accounts than another press release

Yaar, I see those betting ads popping up between reels like mushrooms after Delhi rain, and my first thought is always — show me the recovery data for the guy earning 15k a month in Laxmi Nagar. My father's blood sugar spikes on stress alone, I can only imagine what happens to some poor family when the father loses his month's rent on a sixer prediction. Ban or no ban, the real question is who gets ground down when the system looks the other way, and I'm not convinced the big celebrities endorsing these apps have ever had to repair a Hero headlight using zip-ties and hope.