Ah, Ryan Gosling in that picture from the Nagaland Motor Rallies last week—my daughter saw it on my phone and said, "Baba, why is he not smiling like you after you fix the TV?" That boy has the kind of calm I only feel at 4:30 in the morning, black chai in hand, watching the Brahmaputra fog lift. But tell me, all that Hollywood glamour—can he set up a Rotax carburetor in a wet field by torchlight? Because that’s what we did last Sunday, and I’d trust that mechanic’s hands over any film star’s.

Last parent-teacher meeting, the teacher showed my daughter’s maths copy – full of ticks, but the paper itself was thin, like a prayer leaf. They discuss software and smartboards, but if the notebook tears when a child erases, what use is the grand theory? Please, let the fix start with stronger paper.