Raju at the tea stall was showing me his phone — that freeze-frame from the match where the offside line wobbled three pixels. I told him, *arey bhai*, even our municipal corporation’s water meter readings have more clarity than this. If a system cannot tell us *nischit* certainty within a hair’s breadth, then *shaanti* — better to trust the linesman’s eye over a screen that needs a prayer to decide.

When Neha Bora scored, I heard the roar from the chai stall radio all the way up in my flat. Ramu bhai was grinning, saying even his stubborn municipal tap seemed to flow a little smoother that afternoon, shaanti. Proof, I think, that real change always starts with a clean strike, not another committee meeting.

Arrey, kem chho everyone. Yesterday I was sorting out some old files in bapuji’s shop — municipal water connection forms, you know — and I found a 1978 stationery ledger with the address of a taekwondo dojo from way back. Made me wonder: we trust electronic scoring systems now, but do we have a single study showing they reduce referee bias in our district-level tournaments? Or are we just buying expensive gadgets because some federation committee said so? Shaanti, just thinking aloud over chai from Ramu’s stall.