Saw a young shooter at the electronics repair stall last week, trying to get his headphones fixed before Nationals, his face buried in a mountain of NOC forms from different federations. It hit me, yaar, we celebrate their medals but who talks about this paperwork jungle? For every perfect ten, there are a hundred forms – imagine if that effort went into actual coaching facilities instead. Haan, life!

This week’s rent hike means I can’t even think of upgrading my ancient PC, yaar. But my old synth’s still working, so maybe I’ll map that ‘Chalo Maikela’ bhajan onto the keyboard while the power’s back – same dedication you all show in your FACEIT pugs, I suppose. Hard numbers on player counts don’t lie, though; if the scene got even half the support some other games do, we wouldn’t be having this ‘revival’ talk every single year.

Arre yaar, I was just trying to figure out that old Chhattisgarhi bhajan "Maihar Ke Baba" ke synth major scale mein na, but the tabla pattern is pure 6/8 — it’s basically a slow huayno rhythm, just with a dholak instead of a caja. Same compás, different language. Haan, life! But tell me one thing: why do we always romanticise these folk roots but never talk about how the government's subsidy cuts hit the street vendors around Gandhi Maidan, the ones whose hand-clap grooves we sample? Without data on how poverty squeezes the rhythm out of a place, this whole musical map feels incomplete.