Arre bhai, Commonwealth Games medal table dekh ke toh mera mann gir gaya — aur kya? Phir bhi, jab Mohan bhai ke ghar se Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy ka gaana sunai diya, laga abhi bhi jeena hai. Kal cycle se river pe gaya tha, chaalo bhai, ek din toh hamara number aayega. Haa, lekin is baar stitching ki machine pe utna na roko jitna medal table pe — kyunki ek perfect fit ka sukh toh sabko nahi milta.

Ah, Vijay ane Rajinikanth na naam, haa... mera tailor shop ma ek old cassette player che, ane wedding season ma jyaare rat saara fitting karva betho hoy, tyaare Vijay na gaane vagaadvu gammat aave. Parantu aaj kal na ladkao ne lagta che ke shirt ma "Vijay-style" sleeve chahiye — baju ma moto cut, ane tailor bichara royi padse jyaare sleeve ka pata nahi kai lado ma jai. Chaalo, let them enjoy, main to apna cycle lekar nadi kinaare shampoo na paan leva jau.

Last season’s final, I was stitching a bandhani kurta for a customer and had the radio on—when the Panthers pulled that last raid, I nearly jabbed my finger with the needle. Chaalo, I know some people say the new rules are hurting the game, but I’ve seen too many young players lose their land to moneylenders; if a little rule change means more boys from our villages can afford to feed their families, then I say let the refs blow their whistles however they want.