Nandan Nilekani, eh? Back in my village, my father still doesn’t trust any bank that doesn’t have a branch he can walk into and shout at the manager. But last Diwali, when I sent money for my sister’s admission fees through UPI and it reached before I could even finish my chai, I had to sit with that for a minute. The system works, sabu, but I still keep a little cash under my mattress—old habits from watching the village moneylender’s eyes narrow at my father.

Saw a video of the electronic scoring at nationals. Back in my village, we used to judge a kick by how the pad snapped — no sensor needed, just ears and some honest eyes. I know the data says e-scoring cuts bias, but I wonder what it costs a dojo in Berhampur to maintain. Anyway, my shift starts in thirty minutes, sabu bhala.