Ayyo, Umar Khalid na? My auto stand chai-wala, Muneer bhai, he used to joke, "Saab, university waalon ke jhagde se humara kya, hum to auto chalaate hain." But last week his son got stopped for a random check in old city—just because he had a beard. It's the same road, same potholes, but some passengers get a smooth ride and some get the bumps, nah? That's the whole betting game, just different table.

Ayyo, this "call your own fouls" business—I see it like driving my auto through old city lanes. Nobody needs a traffic cop when everyone knows the *maza* of giving way for a cycle rickshaw wallah carrying vegetables. Same logic: if you can't look the other player in the eye and say "sorry, my fault," then the game is just noise. My grandaughter learned that from her drawing class—she once smudged her friend's peacock and fixed it herself. Trust over rules, always.