I was contemplating about how our living standards reset by events like warfare. It was after I watched a program about how prices of liquid petroleum gas were not just rising- there seemed a possibility of lack of availability of it in the near future. People living in the areas which are directly affected by warfare lose savings of their lifetimes within a few days and even worse- some of them lose their family members and their lives. People collectively become aware of momentariness of human existence during such emergencies.

I heard a knock at my room’s door. It was about another recharge. It took me a while to grasp what the matter was and to convey it to my father who was supposed to allow the payment. There was a discussion about how valid the use of Wi-Fi was. I have suffered from low signal bandwidth in this area throughout the last decade though I didn’t initiate the Wi-Fi connection request. Parents are no longer using it for television as it was creating glitches and maybe they had difficulty using it. They started paying for DTH like before. It was decided to use the ongoing offer for the next two months which provides data at a rate cheaper than normal internet recharge for smartphones. It was also because of another offer that the Wi-Fi connection was installed.
A brief discussion about high rates of internet recharge plans took place. I recharged the internet connection for my mother.
Then as I saw pasteurised milk in the kitchen I switched the gas stove off and covered the milk with a strainer like lid. I handed over an empty pot to mother to move it to the wash basin.
I came back to my room. Soon afterwards I heard another knock at the door. It was mother. I was supposed to bring another wheat flour package from a nearby store. I took money and put it into my wallet. Changed my footwears and confirmed which key was to be used for the vehicle. Then I parked the vehicle outside. Shut the door behind me and started figuring out how to switch the headlights for the vehicle on. It takes you time to figure out breaks, headlights and keys when you use a vehicle once a fortnight very briefly.  There were sounds from the neighborhood. Why were my parents waiting for such an hour when store is about to close? And why was there a deluge of signals from relatives within a short span of time?
They could have told me earlier. They didn’t. It always comes as a surprise and it’s always an emergency. There’s almost never a scope to postpone it to tomorrow or to say no. Anyways, I received a fifty rupees change this time around which I was supposed to keep after the job was done. I told mother to take it as it was not going to change anything and she said I can have more money. That’s of course symbolic because she has never been generous with pocket money. She can’t be and with forty years of age how could you expect anything from your old parents?
I heard a discussion about getting a private job. Purchase of a device. I wasn’t supposed to hear all that as a brief part of the intermediation needed for getting Wi-Fi connection recharge. I have been assisting with recharges but now it seems to be moving towards existential affairs like living expenses and jobs.
It was slightly difficult to park the bike inside. The ramp isn’t super friendly. I called mother to push the bike and she was in the bathroom exactly at that time. Nothing suggests that you should be within the house immediately after having completed the chores.

It was slightly difficult to find the exact manner in which the key should fit into the bike. It seemed like a great passage of time as I was processing the traffic signals. There were two young people walking happily with a smile and they spoke about how something was required. A second connection. Buying in black. Probably a gas connection. That’s the buzz. A big white vehicle was there for a while. A man present in the shop was repeatedly warning his daughter about falling off. Then he started putting ingredients of a gutka pouch into his mouth- a paan masala as I mounted the twenty four kilograms wheat flour pack on the bike. There were some cobwebs near the idols of gods in the shop. I handed over the eight hundred rupees to the store operator who returned a fifty rupees note. It didn’t occur to me then that it was ten rupees more than the last time. The wheat flour package price was seven fifty rupees this time, like at the stores near highway. I think it’s because summer has reduced the wheat prices. Who knows?
There was someone who was abusing a political party. It was mother’s****. Female reproductive organ. Of a party. Imagine a group. A political party. And imagine the party having a mother. And then imagine the reproductive organ of the mother of the party. That’s exactly what was uttered by the person outside the dairy. And that’s what didn’t surprise me.
I moved the wheat flour package inside the kitchen after parking the bike in the garage. People are complex entities. Societies even more complex. Dense events are supposed to generate impressions which last. Another Nighttown from Ulysses. What use is that in 2025 or 2026? And is it Dublin?

My students are blithe. The younger one was wearing his school uniform with one of the buttons from his shirt missing.
Didn’t you bathe today?
No. He replied.
Why? Isn’t it too hot already?
No response.
He makes gestures of being agitated.
They didn’t appear yesterday.
Tomorrow they have to go to take practical examination for Science. Viva voce.
They are supposed to wear casuals.
The elder almost whacked the younger. The younger retaliates. He was looking at himself in the mirror. Grooming himself.
It came as a surprise.
I organised utensils in the kitchen. Made tea. Served it to parents. Grandmother was outside. Her health seems to be improving. Or not. It takes longer and longer to recover. Now she spends some time in the hall and outside. Mother’s holidays have let me relax a bit from relentless work in the last few months.
After the class, parents are no longer present. I found kettle inside the hall. There was tea in it. Ginger tea. Sometimes mother uses covers of cardamom. We can’t really afford cardamom. Too costly. Cardamom is better than ginger as the weather gets hotter.
I warmed up the tea. I had two cups.
Students are still trying to find a suitable story to set on Instagram. The elder does a lot of work to set the proper tone. I asked that why it did not matter if he passed or failed in the Maths though it mattered that he got the story right.
I tell them how hard we used to work when we were their age. Tution notebooks, classwork notebooks and then homework notebooks. All maintained very well. They appear nonchalant.
I tell them after the calculation of their maths submission marks based on the question paper they brought that they could’ve passed easily at least in the maths. Numbers they comprehend. Letters they have a hard time comprehending. Some of the problems like Cartesian Coordinates based problems they could figure out. Similar to the problems on statistics.
We reflect on a picture. It’s in the previous year’s English question paper. The picture is a park. It has couple of kids playing tennis with rackets and ball. There’s a boy walking with earphones plugged in. There’s a family celebrating picnic. A kid is driving a toy car. Another near a water source. A fountain. Small shrubs and trees observable.

I tell them that the picture quality was ultra poor. Despite availablity of high quality pictures with AI they get low quality print in their final examinations. Even the textbook pictures are poor quality. Some boards for education spend enough money to ensure good quality material. Not all of them.

The gas stove has lost a burner today. It’s a sad news. The day certainly seemed to be eventful. Mother told me about it. I examined it. The burner gets lesser supply of gas perhaps due to the leakage through the pipe. Up until yesterday you heard a sound. Today, if you let the burner continue there arises the drift of the flame and it burns the leaking gas through the pipe with a sudden burst. It can be dangerous. It needs repairing. We are going to use only the right hand side burner arrangement for a while.
The younger student tells about a few questions which he marked correctly before becoming silent. First few objective questions alongwith true or false and matching exercises are simple enough to copy from the students.
I generated a small essay on Science in our everyday lives using Gemini:
Science is the silent engine driving the modern world, seamlessly integrated into almost every action we take. From the moment we wake to the sound of a digital alarm to the instant we sleep under the comfort of climate-controlled environments, scientific principles are at work. In the kitchen, chemistry governs the transformation of raw ingredients into nutritious meals, while physics enables the microwave and induction stove to heat food with precision. Communication has been revolutionized by electromagnetism and quantum mechanics, shrinking the globe into a handheld smartphone. Even the simple act of washing hands relies on the molecular science of surfactants to eliminate pathogens. Beyond convenience, science enhances our well-being through advanced medicine and sustainable energy solutions. It fosters a mindset of curiosity and logical reasoning, helping us navigate daily challenges with evidence-based decisions. Ultimately, science is not merely a subject in a textbook; it is the fundamental framework that makes contemporary life efficient, safe, and continuously evolving.

This might be the one they would carry as the cheat note tomorrow. They hide it in the cover of their sharpener. It was supposed to be one fifty words. The elder finds it too much to copy. He requested me to note it down in his notebook. As soon as I start doing that he begins to go through the Instagram feed. I refused to copy it for him. He stops going through the feed. Tells me that he was too tired.
They had a picnic like arrangement today. They brought flour. They brought vegetables and they brought a big cold drink bottle which was priced fifty rupees. They had three hundred rupees left from the Holika dahan donations left. It was the other party just a few metres away from their group. He wanted to show me a video from the party. We had more pressing concerns on hand.
I showed them how best to work with unseen passage. How to generate suitable title for it. How to write a summary and how to write an application. Even to identify if it was a formal letter or an informal application was a difficult assignment for them. They can not read. They can’t write. They can copy. They can identify patterns. I help them to identify patterns which ensure that they choose writing an application over writing an informal letter. It has a more recognisable pattern. Names. Name of their school. Date. Their signatures. If it was a passage with many dates they would have found answering objective questions on it to be easier. There was a passage on Sarojini Naidu last year. Her birthday on the February 13th is celebrated as the National Women’s Day in India. I told them that March 8th was International Women’s Day. I didn’t think that they were going to retain that bit of trivia though it might have helped them remember the two details and how to identify similar patterns in an unseen passage in their question paper tomorrow.
I was walking. I saw cobwebs on the covers of packet diaries near the pickle box. There are cobwebs in the rack where hats are waiting. I removed them from both of the places. There are cobwebs when I enter inside the washroom. They touch my forehead. Spiders have dense network in this house. There are cobwebs in the space where acid to clean washrooms is stored. There are two bottles. I shared one of them with parents. Mother told me that she had no idea where they were. The latch was difficult to open and it was even more difficult to shut it afterwards. It used to be a small bathroom a long ago. There was a water tank. Many tenants used to live then. I see walls waiting to be painted. The washroom is used by grandmother and some other visitors though I am the only one who cleans it. It has been like this for a long time now. It’s going to be like this.

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This is a raw, deeply evocative piece of “slice-of-life” writing. You’ve captured a specific kind of domestic friction—the transition from high-level existential dread (warfare, inflation) to the mundane, often exhausting “emergencies” of a household (recharges, wheat flour, broken stoves).
The contrast between your students’ blithe indifference and your own meticulous attention to household survival creates a powerful narrative tension.
Title Suggestions
Since your blog often features analytical and reflective content, here are a few options ranging from the poetic to the direct:
* The Geometry of Survival: (Playing on the “patterns” you teach and the mechanical reality of your day).
* Cobwebs and Cardamom: (Highlighting the sensory details of the home and the small sacrifices made for cost).
* The Domestic Front: (Reflecting your opening thoughts on how warfare resets living standards, applied to your own home).
* Letters and Numbers: (Focusing on the gap between what your students comprehend and the reality you navigate).
* A Single Burner Remaining: (A metaphor for the narrowing margins of daily life).
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Strengths:
* The “Nighttown” Parallel: Your mention of Ulysses and “Nighttown” is excellent. It frames your mundane trip to the store as a modern, localized odyssey. It grounds your personal exhaustion in a literary context that your regular readers will appreciate.
* Sensory Anchors: The smell of ginger tea versus cardamom, the physical weight of the 24kg flour, and the cobwebs touching your forehead—these details make the reader feel the environment.
* Social Commentary: The anecdote about the political slur at the dairy is jarring and effective. It shows the “coarsening” of society that happens alongside rising prices and stress.
Suggestions for Polishing:
* Transitioning the Essay: The inclusion of the “Science in Everyday Life” essay works well as a plot point (the “cheat note”). To make it flow better, you might emphasize the irony: you are generating an essay about how science simplifies life while your own gas stove is leaking and your Wi-Fi is a source of family argument.
* The Ending: Your final paragraph about the bathroom and the tenants is very somber. It reinforces a cycle of labor that goes unnoticed. If you want to lean into the “existential” theme, you might briefly link the “waiting walls” to your initial thoughts on the “momentariness of human existence.”