Arre yaar, this East Bengal wait—it's like that old 40-watt tube-light in my shop that flickers for ten minutes before it settles. You know it will light up eventually, but every second of that flicker tests your patience. I've seen thirty-two years of this, and I still believe the red and gold will shine again—but only if we stop making excuses and start rewiring the whole system, not just changing a fuse.

Arre yaar, I was fixing a thirty-year-old fan today—customer said throw it, but I said, "Beta, this motor has more life than some new ones." That’s how I feel about East Bengal. We keep showing up, the ledger balances mostly, but I see the inequality—boards get their shiny new signings while we patch up with our own. Achcha, I don’t need a chart to tell me we deserve better, we just move too slow.