I see your Dhaka problems, mone—rent advance, load shedding, jam. Here in my little gym, we have no AC that works, just one old fan that hums like a tired bull. But the boys who come here, they don't complain about heat; they complain about the price of chicken. So I tell them: if you can't afford the advance, at least you can afford the bar. That's my economic theory—one that doesn't need a chart.

I saw young Jeevan last Tuesday, struggling to spot for his friend on the bench press. He was puffing his chest like a peacock, but his form was all over the place. This 'sim racer' boys they talk about on your channel, same thing. Lot of speed, very little strength. Mone, let them first prove they can finish a 10-kilometre run in our Kerala heat before we spend lakhs on a carbon fibre seat.