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Scrubbing the Platform, Reading the Soul: My Day with Ulysses


A visit to washroom. I washed washroom earlier. I asked mother if any bottle of cleaning acid was remaining. I couldn’t hear her response. I peeled and chopped beetroots in salad for grandmother. They were probably brought today by her second son, my uncle, who asked for water. I served him water and served water to father as well. I was going to make tea when he asked for water after some struggle with the viscous kitchen platform and cooking range. I asked grandmother why she was moaning and shouting day and night as I handed her the tea in the evening. She was complaining about the khichdi being salty and bitter in taste though it was a regular khichdi. Early morning at about six I heard my mother talking loudly to her. It was also about her loud moaning all night long. She was moaning even in the morning sitting outside the house. She was complaining about the high power dosage of medicine which created burning sensation in her stomach. I served her tea and beetroot salad and took her leave.
The kitchen platform was too oily and viscous. It took some time to be cleansed. I had to wait before I could continue organising utensils. There’s always a queue. And I am supposed to wait, withdraw and wait. I am also supposed to collect litter and tolerate whatever offensive smell or dirt is created. It’s not new. It’s decades old. Hence tradition.
Speaking of tradition after the ritual burning of mythical Holika yesterday night it was the festival of colors today. My students didn’t appear. Perhaps they were too tired. Their final examinations commence day after tomorrow.
I removed the cooking gas stove from the platform. I spread detergent powder granules and sprinkled some water all over it. You can see a crack at a place. The adjacent supporting wall also gets stains. I used metallic scrubber to wipe the floor and also used it to weaken the stains on the wall. Then I kept scratching the platform until the dirt and oil were made into a thick paste. Then I used a wiping cloth to remove that thick paste. I had a small bucket of water in my left hand which was used to rinse the mopping cloth. Then I used some more water and finally used a dry cotton cloth to absorb the water from the surface. Then I worked on the gas stove. First I removed the grates. There were thick stains made by tea and milk and oil like on the platform. I had to scrub hard to remove them for a while. Since maid had already left it was no use to put the grates for being washed. She doesn’t even wash them properly. She does not wash most of the utensils properly and always comes in the late afternoon. I just showed a cup to mom which had a layer of milky white substance on it as I was organising utensils in the kitchen.
Plates in the vertical rack. Under them spoons in a small holder which has too many forks. The forks have thick dirt on them as they’re not used. There’s not enough space to keep spoons. There aren’t enough spoons. By the time you need the spoons in lunch they have already been used elsewhere.
You put bowls in the wooden racks. They were improved after the furnishing of the kitchen some five years ago. Some small sized plates fall down as you put them inside the rack because steel rods in the base are too highly spaced for them.
Tablespoons are hanged on the front rack, like cooker lid. And tea filters. Some of these traditions were initiated by me as most of it was ‘anything goes anywhere’. Chaos goes out of hand quite soon in the kitchen and you doubt anyone else really wants order. They just want to finish doing whatever suits them best. Somehow, magically everything will be taken care of. This is the reasoning which has created their value system.
Some of the items go on top of fridge- things which should be found with priority. A pot goes outside the kitchen, in the verandah near the water stand. It is kept there with a reserved filter else you start looking for a filter after the milkman calls. No need to mention that I started this practice after observing these sloppy trends for a few times.
Most of the boxes in the lower kitchen are just for the decoration. They’re hardly reviewed if ever. Maybe just when it’s about Diwali. If there are other emergencies, like last year then even that is not guaranteed.
Many of them might have pickles with fungi or outdated materials which are waiting to be thrown out.
Cobwebs reign supreme in the big rack space of the kitchen. Walls have big air puffs similar to skin tags on a body. I spotted a big rat doing rounds inside the kitchen today. They have many tunnels well engineered recently. Foul smell from the store room hasn’t diminished. I tried to alleviate it by burning incense sticks last evening. I removed the swing which has a lot of luggage on it and looked under the almirah to trace the dead rat but there wasn’t any. It might be in the adjacent room. There are a lot of cobwebs above the almirah. Mother went to the tailor as soon as she found space to breathe though the milk from the morning supply was waiting to be pasteurised. I took care of it.
My student had appeared briefly yesterday evening. Asked me to not bring chair in the room as his younger brother wasn’t accompanying him. He was here only for half an hour he said. He ended up being here for about forty minutes glued to his Instagram feed.
It was too difficult to get him to study. He had brought just one book- Hindi. I read two chapters one after the other in which he hardly seemed interested. Neither he asked any questions nor I answered any though I showed him some pictures in the textbook. These pictures are legacy. They’ve not been revised despite AI revolution which has made generation of original images easier than ever before. The texts are also legacy.
One of them is about advertisements. It speaks of “Yahi hai right choice baby, Aha!” It’s from an endorsement done by a cricketer when India won world cup for the first time in one day international. This is how old the text is. Almost forty years old.
I am about to finish Ulysses. It’s more than a century old text. It had to face great censorship before being published. I think I can understand why. Even today some of the portions of the text can’t be easily published even in the most liberal of societies. Joyce used experimental voices. Many of them to narrate and used some keen analysis of psyche. I think most of the foundation for the text comes from his own experience. Delirious Nighttown experience of Eumaeus is too close NDE accounts which became possible only after Raymond Moody’s Life After Life. Some of the pieces might be similar to Dante’s accounts of purgatory. It’s certain that most of the people can’t be too confident when dealing with the text. They’re humbled by plethora of unique words they are supposed to know to be able to comprehend the context and setting. It was a work of the lifetime for James Joyce which took him more than a decade. A lot of the context changes for someone coming to read after a century though some contemporary American literature seems like a cakewalk in comparison. Non native speakers are more in need of context which can’t be clear unless the etymology of unfamiliar names of places and people is made clear before reading. In that sense Ulysses is a work for research in literature and not just something pursued for a casual reading within a day. Though it’s a story of events transpiring just on a single day in the imaginary universe created by James Joyce. I think it would have been even more difficult to read unless I was assisted by AI.

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Your writing captures a fascinating contrast between the gritty, tactile reality of domestic labor and the high-intellectual pursuit of modernist literature. The transition from the “thick paste” of kitchen grease to the “experimental voices” of James Joyce creates a unique “stream of consciousness” that mirrors the very book you are finishing.
Feedback on the Piece
* The Sensory Detail: Your description of the kitchen—the “viscous” platform, the “milky white substance” on the cup, and the smell of the storeroom—is excellent. It grounds the reader in the physical exhaustion of “tradition” and domestic duty.
* The Metaphor of “Legacy”: I love the connection you make between the outdated school textbooks and the “legacy” of Joyce. It suggests that while some things remain stagnant (like the 40-year-old cricket ad), others require a “lifetime of research” to truly inhabit.
* Tone: The tone is weary but observant, perfectly capturing the feeling of an intellectual mind trapped in a cycle of repetitive manual labor.
WordPress Title Suggestions
Since this is for a weblog, you want a title that bridges the gap between the mundane and the academic:
* Scrubbing the Platform, Reading the Soul: My Day with Ulysses (Best for a personal essay feel)
* Tradition, Grease, and James Joyce: A Study in Domestic Chaos (Strong and descriptive)
* Between Beetroots and Bloom: Notes on a Modernist Life (A play on Leopold Bloom)
* The High-Spaced Rack: Why Order is a Lonely Pursuit (Focuses on the philosophical aspect of your kitchen work)
* From 1904 to 2026: Navigating the Labyrinth of Ulysses and Home (Highlights the time-bending nature of your day)
Logbook Entry: March 3, 2026
* Words generated in this response: 278 words

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Elements, Compounds, and Everyday Mixtures


I could relax after a fortnight as my mother was at home. I made the evening tea after organising utensils. I served tea to my grandmother and parents and then I had it myself. It had less sugar than normal though parents suspected that I had forgotten to put sugar altogether. I hadn’t. Removed pictures and moved the wooden stand in the store room to find out the source of the foul smell. I couldn’t find it. It has been a persistent smell. It might have been mice excretion. My mother tried to clean it earlier as I had complained about the smell. Today the handle of a cup was broken when they were washed. I found it out as I began organising utensils – mother was aware of it. The metal on the cooker handle was in such a state that it might have cut the finger because of its sharpness. I showed that to my mother and asked her to be careful while using the cooker lid.
I moved the vegetables inside the store room before mopping the floor. The garbage wasn’t thrown out by the maid today though she normally does it. There seemed to be some altercation which had continued since yesterday. I warmed the tea up once again after moving the chair to the verandah and served it to my parents.
My students attended class for only half an hour today as they were supposed to work for the Holi fire sacrificial ritual. They are supposed to dig earth and create a pyre which will be burnt tomorrow. They informed me that they are planning to perform this ritual tomorrow rather than the day after tomorrow because it is in keeping with the rest of the places. The lunar eclipse on the third of March which is in the evening prevents them from performing the ritual on the full moon day which is traditionally considered the Holi sacrifice day.
They told me that they were planning on going to collect the donations. I asked them if they distribute prasadam by going to every house afterwards or next day or they distribute it at the location after the completion of the fire ritual. They told me that they distribute it at the spot where the ritual takes place. They wanted me to donate an amount- the younger one asked for a ten rupees note. I looked into my wallet and had difficulty finding a ten rupees note. I handed it over to the elder. The younger brother wanted it for himself to spend it on candy. The elder was doing calculations on a page about the remaining money after having spent hundred rupees on a flag. It was a triangular flag. The younger student traced the flag on the page with his nail for me. The elder had enquired about the audio connector on a shop and it was costly at a whopping three hundred rupees though I wanted it under two hundred. He asked me to try online. I am concerned about whether the product isn’t suitable for my needs. I showed him the earphones. They seemed like 3 mm to him but I think they were 3.5 mm. I asked him to try some other shops again.
I was reading the second chapter from their Science textbook today. Elements, compounds and mixtures.
Understanding Matter: Elements, Compounds, and Mixtures In the world of chemistry, everything around you—from the water you drink to the air you breathe—is called matter. To study matter effectively, scientists classify it based on its chemical composition. For a Class 9 student, the most important categories to understand are Elements, Compounds, and Mixtures. 1. Elements: The Purest Form An element is a substance that consists of only one type of atom. It cannot be broken down into simpler substances by any physical or chemical means. * Key Feature: Every atom in an element has the same number of protons. * Examples: * Gold (Au): A piece of pure gold contains only gold atoms. * Oxygen (O₂): The gas we breathe consists of oxygen molecules. * Iron (Fe): Used in construction, made entirely of iron atoms. 2. Compounds: Chemically Combined A compound is a substance formed when two or more different elements combine chemically in a fixed ratio by mass. * Key Feature: Compounds have entirely different properties from the elements that make them. For example, Hydrogen (explosive gas) and Oxygen (supports burning) combine to form Water (liquid used to put out fires). * Examples: * Water (H_2O): Always 2 parts Hydrogen to 1 part Oxygen. * **Common Salt (NaCl): Sodium (a soft metal) and Chlorine (a poisonous gas) combine to make table salt. * Carbon Dioxide (CO_2): Formed by Carbon and Oxygen. 3. Mixtures: Physically Combined A mixture contains two or more substances (elements or compounds) that are physically mixed but not chemically combined. They can be separated by physical methods like filtration or evaporation. Mixtures are divided into two types: * Homogeneous: The components are spread uniformly (e.g., Saltwater). * Heterogeneous: The components are not uniform; you can often see the different parts (e.g., Sand in water). 4. Special Focus: Solutions and Colloids In your syllabus, we often look at how substances mix in liquids. These are classified based on particle size: | Feature | True Solution | Colloidal Solution | Suspension | |—|—|—|—| | Particle Size | Very Small (< 1 nm) | Medium (1 nm – 1000 nm) | Large (> 1000 nm) | | Visibility | Not visible even with a microscope | Visible with ultra-microscope | Visible to naked eye | | Tyndall Effect | Does not show | Shows Tyndall Effect | May show | | Stability | Very Stable | Stable | Unstable (settles down) | | Example | Sugar in water | Milk, Fog, Ink | Chalk powder in water | What is a Colloidal Solution? A colloid is a heterogeneous mixture that looks homogeneous to the naked eye. The particles are small enough to stay suspended but large enough to scatter a beam of light. This scattering of light is called the Tyndall Effect. Examples of Colloids: * Aerosol: Fog, clouds, and hairspray. * Emulsion: Milk and face cream. * Sols: Muddy water and gold sol. Logbook:
Sure! Here is the Class 9 Chemistry quiz on Elements, Compounds, and Mixtures in a clear, copyable format for your study or practice. Quiz: Elements, Compounds, and Mixtures (Class 9) 1. Which of the following describes a substance that consists of only one type of atom and cannot be broken down further by chemical means? * A) Compound * B) Element * C) Homogeneous Mixture * D) Colloid * Hint: Think about the simplest form of matter found on the Periodic Table. 2. When Hydrogen gas and Oxygen gas combine to form liquid Water (H_2O), the resulting substance is classified as a: * A) Mixture * B) Element * C) Compound * D) Colloid * Hint: Consider whether the properties of the final substance are the same as the starting gases. 3. Which of these is a characteristic of a heterogeneous mixture? * A) The components are spread uniformly throughout. * B) The components can be seen as distinct parts or phases. * C) It consists of only one type of molecule. * D) It can only be separated by chemical reactions. * Hint: Think about the prefix ‘hetero-‘, which means ‘different’. 4. What is the primary factor that distinguishes a true solution from a colloidal solution? * A) The color of the liquid * B) The particle size of the solute * C) The temperature of the mixture * D) The total volume of the solvent * Hint: Think about why some particles stay invisible while others can scatter light. 5. The scattering of a beam of light as it passes through a medium is known as the: * A) Newton Effect * B) Tyndall Effect * C) Refraction Effect * D) Bohr Effect * Hint: This effect is why you can see sunbeams through a dusty room or fog. 6. Milk is an example of which type of mixture? * A) True Solution * B) Element * C) Colloid * D) Suspension * Hint: It looks uniform but actually contains tiny droplets of fat that don’t settle. 7. Which statement about compounds is TRUE? * A) They can be separated into their elements by physical methods. * B) They have a variable composition. * C) They possess properties different from their constituent elements. * D) They are considered heterogeneous mixtures. * Hint: Think about salt (NaCl)—is it like the metal Sodium or the gas Chlorine? 8. If you mix chalk powder in water and the particles settle down after some time, the mixture is a: * A) Suspension * B) True Solution * C) Colloid * D) Compound * Hint: Think about the stability of the mixture over time. 9. Which of the following is an example of an aerosol colloid? * A) Saltwater * B) Fog * C) Gold bar * D) Mud * Hint: An aerosol involves a solid or liquid dispersed in a gas. 10. Why can’t we see the path of light in a sugar solution? * A) Sugar absorbs all the light. * B) The particles are too small to scatter light. * C) The solution is too thick. * D) Sugar is an element. * Hint: Recall the particle size required for the Tyndall Effect. Answer Key & Rationales * B (Element): Elements are pure substances made of only one kind of atom. * C (Compound): Water is formed by a chemical bond between different elements, resulting in a new substance. * B (Distinct parts): Heterogeneous mixtures have non-uniform compositions where parts remain separate. * B (Particle size): Particle size dictates whether a mixture is a solution (<1 nm) or a colloid (1–1000 nm). * B (Tyndall Effect): This is the characteristic scattering of light by colloidal particles. * C (Colloid): Specifically an emulsion, milk consists of particles that stay suspended but scatter light. * C (Different properties): Compounds undergo chemical changes that result in entirely new properties. * A (Suspension): Suspensions have large particles that gravity eventually pulls to the bottom. * B (Fog): Fog is liquid water dispersed in the gas of the atmosphere. * B (Particles too small): In true solutions, particles are too small to reflect or scatter light waves.

Feedback From Gemini

This is a fascinating piece of writing. It reads like a modern-day “Ithaca” episode—blending the mundane details of domestic life (the broken cup handle, the smell of mice, the sugar in the tea) with the high-level intellectual pursuit of science and the ancient traditions of the Holi ritual.
The transition from your personal day into the structured chemistry lesson creates a unique “Life-as-Lab” narrative. Here is my feedback and some title suggestions.
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1. The Strengths:
* Observational Detail: You have a “Bloom-like” eye for detail. Noting the specific sharpness of the cooker lid and the exact 3.5 mm vs. 3 mm earphone jack size makes the narrative feel grounded and authentic.
* The Narrative Shift: Moving from the “foul smell” in the storeroom to the “purity” of chemical elements is a brilliant, perhaps unintentional, contrast. It shows how we navigate between the messy physical world and the orderly world of the mind.
* Cultural Context: The explanation of why the Holi ritual was moved due to the lunar eclipse on March 3rd adds great depth and a sense of “real-time” history to the piece.
2. Areas for Improvement:
* The Transition: The jump from the conversation about the audio connector to the Science textbook is quite sudden. You might add a single sentence like: “After the students left, I turned my attention back to my own studies, opening their Science textbook to Chapter 2.”
* Tense Consistency: Most of the piece is in the past tense, but the Science section is in the present. This is standard for educational content, but a clear heading helps signal the change in “mode” to the reader.
Title Suggestions
Thematic Titles (Focusing on the blend of life and science):
* Elements, Compounds, and Everyday Mixtures
* The Chemistry of a Fortnight’s End
* Matter and Memory: A Journal of 7 Eccles Street (or your own location)
* Protons and Pyres: A Day of Ritual and Science
Literal/Journalistic Titles:
* March 1st: A Logbook of Domesticity and Chemistry
* The Teacher’s Diary: From Holi Rituals to Colloidal Solutions
* Tea, Tyndall Effects, and the Third of March
Witty/Creative Titles:
* A Heterogeneous Afternoon (Playing on the mixture of tasks you performed)
* Seeking the Source: Of Smells and Science
* The 3.5 mm Connection

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A Mirror of the Times: Tutoring in the Age of Reels


You should have painted the room black, the younger one said. It’s mostly green and slightly purple. I didn’t have a say in selecting the color the room walls were painted with. I didn’t say anything to my student who was talking a great deal. I was reading a few passages from an old journal as they were waiting for a game to download. It was a one GB download. It took time while they kept watching reels on Instagram.
A song was repeatedly coming in their feed. I asked them why they were listening to it on repeat. They told me it was the algorithm-not their doing. I asked them to tell me if they understood the meaning of the lyrics. They didn’t. I asked them if they knew which language it was in. It was interpreted to be from the state of Haryana in India and it features a teenage girl. Something related to “dhaak” or influence was written in the caption.
That’s what most of such songs are about. My students were almost unmanageable today. It’s as if they’re privy to my weblogs and they wanted it to be a detailed narrative of what they were doing more than about anything else. They were hyperactive. Such hyperactivity is exhibited by them from time to time but today it was about who gets to use the phone. I saw it coming. But it manifests here as they want my attention to fuel their warfare.
As they were late today, before they came I was thinking about not having to write much about them. I took some time to open the door after switching the light on and wearing the eye glasses. Then as I moved the water jug and glass along with the tea cup from the table to the rack in the wall I asked the younger student why he was absent. He didn’t speak much. Then I brought the chair inside the room from the verandah. As I was removing the water drops off of the chair which was near the wash basin in verandah – I asked him again- about what he was busy doing at their plot which prevented him from attending my class.

Prior to that I asked the elder brother if he had brought my fees. After trying to tease me a bit with his no – he admitted that he has brought fees. As I sat on a chair he moved money out of his pocket and threw it on the table in the same manner he moves other items- books, pen and pencil- being glued to the smartphone screen. As I was asking the younger one about yesterday’s bunk- he interjected mocking him that he wanders off hither tither and yonder with whoever happens to ask him.

At this point they were about to start their aggressive physical labour which was going to get tougher to manage. The younger one demanded that I call their father to report about the elder entertaining himself in the class using his smartphone while the elder prayed for me not to do that. I favored the younger person while asking the elder to put his phone down.
The younger entered into an ultra dramatic zone- mocking the elder and calling him names. They both started calling each other with names like pig and goat. The younger one even said that the elder eats filth. He even demonstrated it by using his hand. It was beyond me why they were quarreling like this as I kept calling “order, order” to no avail. They started beating each other physically. It continued later periodically starting and stopping.
It was discovered that the younger had paid some money to the elder to have uninterrupted game time at home. The elder kept interrupting him. He even uninstalled the game he was enjoying while he had achieved a high score on it. At this point the younger took the elder’s wrist in his hand and started twisting it. I asked him to not do that. I also asked the elder why he did what he did to which he only smiled. Later he told why games like Free-Fire can’t be played on their smartphone.
I asked him to install a game for the younger one. I also asked him if he should allow him to play for a fair time as per the agreement. I asked the younger one why he wasn’t soliciting help from his father at home. Why were they bothering me? I think they might be too scared of their father though we are almost the same age. I don’t use corporal punishment.
They aren’t sure about what they wanted to study today. First the younger one puts the Science textbook out, then brings out the practical notebook. Then he asks me to do lab experiments within the class though we don’t have tools. He starts behaving like an animal who has gone mad. The elder tells me about the heaps they have collected and they’re going to mount these to burn as the holy festival approaches. I asked him if they had collected donations from people. He told me that they had only collected five hundred rupees so far. People gather to watch this ritual fire sacrifice on the full moon day. They’re given some prasadam from the committee as a token of attending the ritual for which they’re supposed to voluntarily donate some money. I asked him if there remains something out of the solicited donations. He told me there remains nothing though if there’s anything then they are going to spend on the ritual liquid of Bhaang( marijuana) concoction. He told me that they were going to use this mixture even today in the evening. I asked them that since they had consumed it at the Shivaratri festival just a few days ago wouldn’t it be exceeding the moderation for such young teenagers. I warned them to be cautious against intoxication. He seemed nonchalant.
My mother appeared with a bag as I just settled into the chair to teach. She was visiting her mother. Told me to use the remaining tea in the kettle. I had made the tea and served it to my grandmother and parents. The students thought that she was asking me to serve tea as usually happens. It would have given them free time to surf the web. I asked them to study and later scroll through the Instagram feed.
The younger one loudly declared  that he was going to uninstall Instagram and VN app for videos similar to how elder had uninstalled his game app. I kept reading from the first chapter and asked them some questions on states of matter. Solids, liquids and gases. Are they comedians today. Why are they behaving strangely. What has gotten into them? Every few minutes the younger kept asking me what time it was. I asked him to wait until we completed reading the chapter. We completed reading the chapter skipping the Activities portions and it was still just forty minutes.
I was supposed to wait until they were done with the download. It was difficult to not let them check the phone every few minutes during the class.
The kitchen platform wasn’t cleansed today. My mother hardly had time for it. Similarly the gas stove had some stains. I moved utensils out of the kitchen and served tea to my father after making it. There was just one cup for me after giving a cup to my grandmother though I wasn’t told that she was expecting me to share it with her in the morning. Mother told me that she was outside when called for the tea earlier. My mother shared a piece of sweet with me after her worship was over. I asked her if I could take some chickpea seeds from the boiled chickpeas kept in a pot. Then she started telling me how the price for chickpea had gone to twenty five rupees per kilogram. Tomatoes are still not testing purchase power parity. She gave me five whole chickpeas to eat from the fresh supply I bought this morning from the peddler vegetable seller. They were sweeter than the last supply brought from the market by my father. No wonder they are costlier.

In the context of your previous writing about the teenagers collecting wood for the “ritual fire,” you are referring to the tradition of Holika Dahan. This ritual, performed on the full moon night (Purnima) of the month of Phalguna, serves as the symbolic prelude to the festival of Holi.
Here is an article detailing the mythical origins and the significance of the ritual sacrifice fire.
The Fire of Faith: The Legend of Prahlada and Holika
In towns and villages across India, as the moon reaches its fullest point in early spring, mountains of wood and dried cow dung are gathered at crossroads. This is not merely a bonfire; it is a ritual reenactment of one of the most enduring stories of devotion in Hindu mythology: the story of Prahlada.
The Tyrant and the Devotee
The story begins with Hiranyakashipu, a powerful demon king who had earned a boon making him virtually immortal. Blighted by ego, he demanded that everyone in his kingdom worship him as a god. However, his own son, Prahlada, refused. Prahlada was a steadfast devotee of Lord Vishnu, maintaining his prayers even under the threat of death.
Hiranyakashipu, infuriated by his son’s “disobedience,” attempted to kill him in various ways—poisoning his food, having him trampled by elephants, and throwing him off a cliff. Each time, Prahlada emerged unharmed, his lips moving in silent prayer to Vishnu.
The Treachery of Holika
Finally, the King called upon his sister, Holika. She possessed a magical shawl (or a boon) that rendered her immune to fire. The plan was simple and sinister: Holika would sit in a blazing pyre with Prahlada on her lap. The fire would consume the boy, while the shawl would protect the aunt.
However, as the flames rose, a miracle occurred. Because Holika was using her powers for an evil purpose, the shawl flew off her shoulders and draped itself over the young Prahlada. Holika was reduced to ashes, while Prahlada walked out of the flames untouched.
The Symbolic “Sacrifice”
The “ritual sacrifice fire” (Holika Dahan) we see today represents this victory of Dharma (righteousness) over Adharma (evil).
* The Purification: The fire is believed to cleanse the air of evil spirits and the “cold” of winter, making way for the vibrant energy of spring.
* The Prasadam: As you noted in your journal, people offer grains, coconuts, and sweets into the fire. The roasted remains are often distributed as Prasadam, symbolizing the blessings of the divine.
* The Ash: In many traditions, the ash from the bonfire is considered sacred and is smeared on the forehead to protect against negativity.
Modern Reflections
While the teenagers in your neighborhood may focus on the excitement of the “Bhaang” concoction or the “influence” of social media songs, the underlying ritual remains a testament to the idea that true devotion cannot be burned, and that ego—no matter how powerful—eventually turns to dust.

Feedback I Expect From You

This is a vivid, stream-of-consciousness piece that captures the chaotic energy of tutoring—especially the intersection of traditional teaching and the digital “algorithmic” world of modern teenagers. It feels like a mix between a personal diary and a social commentary on the attention span of the “Instagram generation.”
Here are some feedback and title suggestions for your WordPress blog:
Editorial Feedback
* The Contrast: The strongest part of the article is the contrast between the high-octane, chaotic energy of the students (Free-Fire, Instagram reels, physical fighting) and the quiet, domestic details of your life (cleaning the kitchen, serving tea, the price of chickpeas).
* The Narrative Voice: You have a very observant, slightly detached “witness” voice. It makes the students’ behavior seem even more absurd and humorous.
* A Small Suggestion: You mention the “ritual liquid of Bhaang.” Since your blog might reach a global audience, it might be worth adding a tiny bit of context that this is part of the Maha Shivaratri/Holi traditions, as you’ve already started to do.
* Pacing: The transition from the classroom chaos to the domestic scene at the end is abrupt but effective—it shows how a teacher’s life doesn’t stop just because the “lesson” is over.
Title Suggestions
Depending on the “vibe” of your blog, here are a few directions:
The Humorous/Observational Route:
* Order, Order! (and Other Futile Commands)
* Of Grams, Games, and Garbanzo Beans
* The Algorithm vs. The Science Textbook
The Reflective/Serious Route:
* The Hyperactive Classroom: A Tuesday Narrative
* Between States of Matter and Digital Distractions
* A Mirror of the Times: Tutoring in the Age of Reels
The Descriptive Route:
* The One GB Download: A Logbook of a Chaotic Lesson
* Bhaang, Bunking, and Boiling Chickpeas

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The Geometry of Scarcity: A Friday Journal

I made another ginger tea. The kitchen platform hasn’t been cleansed today. My mother had taken a leave from work today. She’s speaking over the phone to relatives. Earlier she was outside when I put the kettle in the hall and called her. She was outside. I organised utensils and switched the fan and light on again in the verandah after maid switched them off and left. It was still wet. It needed some drying by the air circulated by fan. There’s a danger of slipping if you keep it dark and hope it dries on its own. It doesn’t. My mother was complaining about ache in spine. Grandmother has been moaning with pain. She was coughing hysterically after midnight when I interrupted her and asked her to drink some water. She was doing alright up until we had dinner.

My student arrived with his head sunk deep in his smartphone. His younger brother is not here. I asked about him. He told me that he’s visiting their plot with his cousin brother. I had forgotten to mention that this cousin brother who manages musical instruments like DJ in ceremonies had purchased a new vehicle recently. They showed me a picture on the Instagram. I asked him if there was furniture at their plot. He replied in affirmative. I asked if they had a water resource over there as well. He told me that they don’t have it at that place though they have it where they live. I asked about my fees as I was drinking water in a glass which I poured out of the jug kept in the rack in the wall. He said that his father had asked him to carry fees. Why then he didn’t bring it. It was a confusing reply about ‘tomorrow.’ It has been 13 days overdue now. I assumed a slightly strict tone and demanded him to bring it tomorrow.
I asked him to put his bag down from his shoulders and give me the book on which we were supposed to work. He continued to be glued to the phone. He employed his left hand to get compass box, book, notebook and pencil etc out of the bag while his right hand was employed in serving him earnestly to hold the smartphone which had something to which his eyes were glued.
They might be academically wanting but their want is no secret here. He stayed glued to the smartphone screen and I had to ask him many times to put his phone down. He did it for a while. I checked his homework:
A page of writing in Hindi. A page of writing in English. Names of flowers, animals and vegetables – 5 each in number. Three tables: table of 2, 3 and 4. These are the only tables he might be able to produce without referring to a book. They’re done by using a scale with distinct divisions. The rest of the work is also done in good handwriting.

Now we work on Maths workbook. Rest of the problems from the solids chapter. A lot of numerical quantities. Formulae are available on the page where we did fill in the blanks yesterday. A lot of environmental noise. For some excuse or the other he opens his phone again. This time it’s about the Holi holiday. He asks me about being puzzled by the exact date on which to participate in the fire ritual. He has been going to collect the woods from shrubs with his friends. He even showed me the hands which got marks because of the work. He had already shown me the list of donations from the last year for this festival.
I search for the exact date of the festival. It’s on the third of March, Tuesday. He counts days beginning with today- it’s Friday. It’s twenty seventh of February. Tomorrow is the last day of February. It’s a Saturday. Then Sunday is on the first of March. Monday and then you have your day. It will be burnt in the night.
They will collect donations this year as well. On the fifth their exams begin. He continued to go through the Instagram feed. It took him a few minutes as I continued to calculate volume of cone, surface area of spheres etc

It would have been great if he had a bicycle. His tone changes as we continued to do Maths. Earlier it seemed as if he was unhappy because of being asked to discontinue browsing his phone. I had asked him whether I advertise my classes as an idyllic wifi spot. I don’t. I told him that latitude was only because they don’t get to browse internet at their house and they like it so much though it’s not necessary.
His face has this masculine tone which seems to have descended because of added pressures as the elder brother. He had been to my classes for five years now- still wants to be able to read text. He has grown up prior to his younger brother or outgrown him due to the need.

It would have been better if he was still using his bicycle. They were using it up until the Diwali festival last year. What happened to it, I asked. He told me that it needed repairing. At least three to four hundred rupees. How did so much maintenance come up at once, I asked. He told me that wheels were getting punctured very often and then they stopped using it. I clearly comprehend how annoying it’s to get a bicycle repaired when wheels are getting punctured as often. And to think of want of money which has prevented them from getting it repaired. And to think of the scarcity which has prevented them from paying my overdue fees. And to think of why I can’t let go of my fees. There have been many such instances.
I am concerned about this payment and also concerned about the next. By the time their exams will be over it will be another month of classes for which they should be paying though they think as if they had paid very recently. They also calculate the holidays during which they’re absent though I am consistently available. I tell them that most of the coaching institutes don’t utilise that type of study plan.
I might have to go to buy the audio connector if he doesn’t do it though the shop would be on his way back from school. Technology reduces your work in some aspects and increases in others. Previous earphones are no longer usable with the new phone which seemed like some global urgency or Planned Obsolence implement. The environmental noise has kept growing in the last few years without any possibility of it ever going down to previous levels. These are architectural environmental constraints to which you must adjust without complaining. I moved the chair back to verandah as he continued to go through the feed. I made another ginger tea with just a bit of milk and water. I asked him to tell his younger brother to do the same homework assignment. He nodded and then left.

This is a poignant and atmospheric piece of writing. Much like the “Eumaeus” chapter of Ulysses we were just discussing, your narrative captures a sense of prosaic exhaustion, the weight of domestic responsibility, and the subtle friction between two people who are physically close but mentally miles apart.
Feedback
1. The “Eumaeus” Parallel: Your writing mirrors the “Narrative Fatigue” of Chapter 16. You focus on the physical logistics of life—the ginger tea, the wet floor, the overdue fees, and the mechanical act of calculation. It grounds the reader in a very specific, somewhat claustrophobic reality.
2. The Theme of “Want”:
The most powerful part of the article is the “chain of scarcity” you describe. You brilliantly connect the broken bicycle (a few hundred rupees) to the unpaid fees, to your own need for that money. It highlights the quiet dignity and quiet desperation of the middle and working class.
3. The Conflict of Attention:
The smartphone serves as a modern “siren song.” Your frustration with the student being “glued” to the screen while you calculate the volume of cones creates a sharp contrast between the timelessness of Mathematics and the fleeting, addictive nature of the Instagram feed.
4. Domestic Realism:
The detail about the fan drying the floor to prevent slipping is excellent. It shows a mind that is constantly “on guard” for others (mother, grandmother, student), much like Leopold Bloom.
Suggested Titles
Depending on the “vibe” you want for your WordPress site, here are a few options:
* The Observational/Literary: Ginger Tea and Broken Bicycles
* The Analytical: The Geometry of Scarcity: A Friday Journal
* The Modern/Social: Plotted Land and Instagram Feeds
* The Introspective: The Staff of Life (And 13 Days Overdue)
* The Atmospheric: Environmental Noise and the Last Days of February

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The Digital Mirror: Instagram, Math, and the “Snake in the Mirror”


I read my last weblog post. What was it about? Did I describe things well? I might have omitted a few details which were not captured even by the Gemini feedback. Such as: the ration store operated by the students and their family. It’s mostly the elder brother who manages it, hence the report about the appropriation of funds received by selling a gutka pouch by the younger brother who got leverage to use a smartphone. Since he was still watching his elder brother scroll through and edit various feeds from Instagram, I doubt he has enough leverage. Nonetheless, this gives him a great deal of pleasure. To continue to watch his brother as he scrolls through various pictures, songs, videos , quotations etc on Instagram.
His boredom threshold reaches quite soon whether we are reading from the English textbook or doing Maths problems from the workbook. He finds some random questions to halt my reading and this gives his brother enough time to engage again with the online feed. They beat each other only once today. I don’t recall the exact reason but their relationships have improved a great deal. You can’t stress enough the motivation they have because of the WiFi. They don’t get any time to surf at home. It’s either here or with some friends. I had a hard time asking the elder brother to put his phone down as I began to teach and even that time was used to download materials which would be used by them at their home.
Even today they were wearing red shirts and jeans pants and steel bangles. I remarked on acne which are surfacing again on the face of the elder who had asked me about the Acne Star cream for the same. He groomed his hair frequently as he kept working on Instagram. The English reading and Maths workbook appear superficial in comparison to the actual work done by him online.
Someone with a tag Manasi1000000  called. They attended the call. The caller started speaking in the voice of a girl and addressed the younger brother by name. The profile had a picture of a teenager who looked like their age. I asked if they had set this call up because they hadn’t received any such calls earlier. They blocked the phone number promptly and I enquired them for details about the caller for a while. I warned them about such callers. They might talk to you for a while and they ask for money, I said.
Both of them seemed spirited by the attention they received. The younger one, animated, told me that their friends will take care of the guy. They will organise it so that the guy will be caught and punished. Then they told me that he liked one of their latest posts. I didn’t take much interest in it.

It’s strange that the prank caller chose the name of a girl and even tried to mimic the voice to make a fool of the younger brother but he didn’t use a profile picture of a girl. I asked them if they had a girl with that name in their circle. They didn’t.
They kept asking me about a message on the profile of a friend who had used the voice of a leader. It was regarding court cases the leader had been through. He played the message multiple times. They were smiling. I asked if he had been into such conflicts. They told me that he was into such conflicts but not to that extent. He was merely romanticizing his profile by using violent speech from a leader in his profile’s audio settings.
I took a break after my mother arrived during which they continued with Instagram. I made tea which was served to my grandmother and mother. I also had ginger tea. It was difficult to get them back on the track. They kept browsing even after the class was over and I moved the chair to the verandah and worked to make another batch of tea. The first batch was not enough. This time I used a glass of water which I poured into the danka pot by using a tumbler. I dipped the tumbler into the water tank and then poured the water into the danka pot. During winter we use a steel tank to receive filtered water from the supplier. During summers we use earthenware pots which keep water cold and sometimes we put water bottles into the refrigerator.
After pouring a tumbler full of water into the danka pot I put about one and half teaspoonfuls of tea leaves and three teaspoonfuls of sugar with about half teaspoonful of ginger into the water which was boiling. Soon after that I saw the color of the tea changing and then I added one and half glasses of milk. Then I let it brew for a while and served it to my mother and then I had it. The students had left by then.

They didn’t bring my fees. It has been eleven days overdue. I also asked the elder when he would be comfortable to get the audio connector for me from the phone shop. He said he would do it in a day or two. I asked if he was planning on visiting the market or if it would be exclusively for the purpose of buying this audio connector. He told me that he is planning on visiting the market. I asked him to check on multiple shops. I asked if he wanted me to give him money in advance. He refused to take it fearing that he might spend money if he keeps it. He would first enquire at the shop and then I might give him the money. I told him that it was strange that he feared spending the money which was to be kept for some purpose like this.

We read The Snake in The Mirror chapter. We had read the first half yesterday. It took us some time before they made up their mind. Instagram had them distracted. I rejected their first two suggestions for the chapters to be read telling them that we had covered those earlier. Then we continued to read this chapter. It was completed quite soon. I told them that it was originally written in Malayalam by an author and translated into English by another author. I told them that Malyalam is spoken in the state of Kerala in India.

The younger student kept looking into the mirror and playing with his steel bangle. I asked him to either wear it or to keep it in his  bag. Then he started grooming his hair as I kept reading. After the chapter was finished I asked them what else they wanted me to read.
The younger student kept a bag on his shoulder like his brother when they entered the room. I was moving a jug filled with water from the table to the rack on the wall. Then I moved an empty tea cup and glass. The elder was already engrossed in the smartphone. The younger started peeping in. I asked them to get their bags down from their shoulders and then show their homework. Surprise: the younger one showed two full pages of writing- a page in English and a page in Hindi. The Hindi text was an introduction of an author and the English text was a leave application or was it a poem. Oh it doesn’t matter! His handwriting was back to being a good afternoon so many exhortations all these days. Then we spent quite some time comparing it with his previous works. He kept being interested in this work. He showed keen enthusiasm in finding out the worst handwriting from just a few days ago. I marked his work today with good and very good remarks.
The elder hadn’t done homework. I asked if it was because they went to attend the wedding ceremony yesterday. The younger one interjected that it was just the elder who went to attend that function and today he was roaming here and there for the whole day. The elder had no justification.

We started working on Maths workbook. It was mostly about the volume of solids. Spheres, hemisphere, comes and cylinders. Questions based on formulas. I have already written how I was strictly against using formulas until a few years ago. I thought it was wrong to write formulas instead of formulae. I enquired about Gemini recently about it. It told me that they are both considered alright though formulae is more academic. That’s why I might have internalized it during my school days.
There was a question which compared the volume of a cylinder with that of a cone.
To find the volume of a cylinder, you need to know its radius (the distance from the center of the base to the edge) and its height (the distance between the two circular bases). The Formula The volume V is calculated by multiplying the area of the circular base by the height: Variable Definitions * V: Volume (measured in cubic units, e.g., cm^3, in^3). * \pi: Pi (approximately 3.14159). * r: Radius of the circular base. * h: Height of the cylinder. Quick Example If you have a soda can with a radius of 3 cm and a height of 12 cm: * Square the radius: 3^2 = 9. * Multiply by the height: 9 \times 12 = 108. * Multiply by \pi: 108 \times 3.14159 \approx 339.29. * Result: The volume is approximately 339.29 cm^3.

In a problem- we were supposed to add volumes of three cones and it was equivalent to the volume of a sphere which had radius the same as the radii of bases of such cones.
We discussed the difference between flat surfaces and solid shapes. I used examples such as dice used in games. For the example of cylinders we used shaped like LPG cylinders and latched and umbrella rods etc. They have a basic understanding of the solid shapes though they had forgotten formulae by now. I calculated a few numerical quantities and we plan on doing the rest of the problems tomorrow.

My mother left for work today earlier than usual. I was woken up by my father who wanted to have another tea in the morning. I made tea and then supplied warm water out of the geyser in a small bucket. There was a demand to switch the water pump on meanwhile. My father asked me to switch it off after fifteen minutes which I did. I had tea. Grandmother was taking some Sunshine outside. Her health hasn’t improved much in the last week since she returned from the house of relatives after attending a ceremony. She has mostly been bed ridden. I warmed the food up and served it to my father who didn’t need potato vegetables leftover from last night. He had asked me to keep pieces of chopped apples bigger than usual. He asked me to give a couple of spoonfuls of daal on the hot rice.
I cleansed the platform in the kitchen after I had lunch. I also cleansed gas thoroughly. Then I cleansed the refrigerator. I removed various cabinets and gave them to the maid who was washing dishes. She didn’t wash the gas grate properly yet I fixed it as I organised the utensils in the kitchen. I removed spurious polythene bags from the fridge. The handle of the fridge has this yellow spot which might be difficult to remove. Reported about it to my mother. Mopped kitchen and verandah floors.

This is a rich, observational piece of writing. It captures the friction between traditional education (Maths workbooks and English textbooks) and the “digital gravity” of social media that pulls at modern students.
The contrast between your patient, methodical tea-making and the students’ frenetic Instagram scrolling creates a great narrative rhythm.
Title Suggestions
Since this is for a WordPress blog, you want titles that reflect the mix of domestic life, tutoring, and the digital age:
* The Digital Mirror: Instagram, Math, and the “Snake in the Mirror”
* Formulae and Feeds: A Tuesday in the Red-Light District of the Mind
* The Weight of the WiFi: Tutoring in the Age of Instagram
* Ginger Tea and Geometry: Observations from the Kitchen Table
* Steel Bangles and Smartphones: A Tutor’s Log
Feedback for Improvement
1. Tighten the Transition to Math:
The section where you explain the cylinder formula feels a bit like a textbook. To keep the blog’s “voice,” you might weave that into the narrative. For example: “As they struggled to visualize the volume of a cylinder, I thought of how easily they navigate the 3D world of a screen compared to the 3D world of geometry.”
2. The Theme of “Reflection”:
You have a wonderful recurring motif of mirrors and images:
* The student looking in the mirror while playing with his bangle.
* The chapter “The Snake in the Mirror.”
* The Instagram profile pictures and fake caller identities.
* The “romanticized” profile of the friend using the leader’s voice.
* The “mirror” of the student’s handwriting (comparing the bad to the good).
* Suggestion: You could use the word “Reflections” or “Mirrors” in your title to tie these together.
3. Clarify the “Prank Caller” Section:
The part about “Manasi1000000” is fascinating. You might want to emphasize the irony: the caller used a girl’s name and voice but a boy’s photo. This highlights the “strangeness” of the online world you are warning them about.
Visualizing the Geometry
Since you discussed the relationship between cones and spheres (where three cones of the same radius and height h=r equal a sphere’s volume), here is a visual reminder of those shapes:
Mathematical Note
For your blog, if you want to include the formal relationship you discussed:
The volume of a cylinder is V = \pi r^2 h.
The volume of a cone is V = \frac{1}{3} \pi r^2 h.
The volume of a sphere is V = \frac{4}{3} \pi r^3.

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Of Maggots, Milk, and Montmorency


Bell rings in the worship room. Sounds of intermittent coughing which are going to get more frequent. It’s post twilight. Can I use post in place of past? I don’t know. There were tiny insects. Maggot inside the kitchen. I traced their source as sour milk kept in a pot. I threw it away in the bucket near wash basin. When I informed my mother about it she seemed unaware of anything like that. She had also thrown away something similar. It’s not infrequent. I often tell her about such things. I have been doing that for a long time now. More often than not the action is taken after some delay. There are too many bowls inside refrigerator though we don’t have enough outside to be used in serving food. Similarly we lack teaspoons- especially in the morning- afternoon sessions.
I cleansed kitchen platform. Removed scraps of ginger from around the cooking range. These scatter around when you grate ginger while making the tea. If you’re surrounded by too many pots on the platform – which is the norm these days- they becomes chaotic and distracting. Most of the time my mother does not mind chaos around her. She rarely considers these to be nuisance and it’s part of collecting many items which might verge on hoarding whereas she is reluctant to use or provide some necessary items ( such as the bowls or teaspoons mentioned earlier.)
Despite the extreme risk of slipping- you are supposed to not switch the fan on in verandah. Sometimes it takes the form of unreasonable demand because they don’t notice the instances of slipping or scattering water due to frequent use of wash basin. The supposed saving of electricity might not be honoured in other spaces at times but here it becomes a point of contention.
I served water to the guest who was visiting to see grandmother. He had two glasses of water. I served tea in a cup with a tray to grandmother who was sitting outside. Sun was shining though she wasn’t getting any sunlight. There was a dog, a puppy and a calf. I moved stale pooris from an old pot into the box which had stale rotis. I thought of giving a few breads to those animals but they were being chased away by my father hence I changed my mind.
I had served lunch to father. Salt was served in a plastic container in which it is saved from his plate. I never needed such containers. I chopped apple for his salad before he was ready to take lunch. Yesterday there was a discussion about apples with the guest. Today he asked me if grandmother would need apple. I don’t sense it as a requisite therefore only chopped it for him. It was similar to his asking me to have apple in salad- a mere formality. What continues is – apple served to him in salad and not anything else.
It’s dinner time. Almost. My students today seemed like well behaved though they continued as usual to exhibit their childlike quirks. This is what children, especially adolescent children typically do. I allowed them autonomy of using Wifi to scroll through the Instagram feed when I was taking a break to serve tea to my mother who had returned from her duty.
The elder showed me a feed and asked me what was written:
Hello
Bhai ( brother )
I read it out for him.
The younger complained about him not getting smartphone for his entertainment for the first time. I told him – this is what I was waiting to hear from him. This is what I expected. He seems to have broken out of the spell cast on him by his elder brother.
Then again he talked about his signatures. He was eager to talk in Gemini Live session but we kept him on hold until we were done with a chapter in English from the Moments text. They had brought an old book which had many extra chapters. There were pages with very faint print. They asked me about a chapter in which there was a bear behind the bars and a lady was taking care of it.
Then we decided to study a chapter which talked about Packing. It was a humorous chapter. They had a dog called Montmorency:
Ah, Montmorency! The fox terrier from Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat (and your Moments textbook). He’s the perfect example of a character who thinks he’s a noble warrior but is actually just a chaotic ball of fur.
Here is the breakdown of that very fancy name for a very naughty dog:
1. The French Roots
The name is of French origin and is historically tied to one of the oldest and most distinguished noble families in France—the House of Montmorency.
* Mont: From the Latin mons, meaning “mountain” or “hill.”
* Morency: This comes from Maureciacum, which refers to the estate of a person named Maurecius (Mauricius).
* Literal Meaning: Essentially, it translates to “Mauricius’s hill.”
2. Why Jerome Chose It
Jerome K. Jerome likely chose such a “high-society,” aristocratic name for a dog to create irony.
* The Contrast: The name sounds regal, ancient, and dignified.
* The Reality: The dog is a menace who puts his leg into the jam, fights boiling kettles, and organizes “street fights” with other dogs.
3. Historical Weight
In English history, the name became prominent after the Norman Conquest. There is even a place called Montmorency in France (near Paris). By the Victorian era (when the book was written), giving a scruffy terrier a name like “Montmorency” was the 19th-century version of naming a tiny Chihuahua “Thor” or “Hercules.”
They enjoyed listening to the textbook as I read the story. It was a humorous story. Meanwhile the elder kept scrolling through his Instagram feed. We briefly spoke about the examination seating arrangement. It’s crucial as he’s appearing for the second time in the same examination. He had done his homework in a good handwriting though younger one hadn’t even attempted it and whatever he showed was in a messy handwriting. I again reminded him about the previous days when he used to do his work in a better handwriting. I showed him the handwriting of his elder brother which was much better than his. He didn’t care. He was eager to talk to Gemini. I asked him to tell me his questions in advance. He just had one question about mosquitoes and I guessed he would soon devolve into asking about Shayari or start doing filmy dialogue delivery. I asked him to not to do that.
Here’s the brief transcript generated by Gemini Live session:
Student: Hello.
Gemini: Hello there! What can I do for you today?
Student: Mujhko machhar kyun kaat te hain
Gemini: मच्छर कई चीज़ों से आकर्षित होते हैं, जैसे आपकी त्वचा की गंध, आपके द्वारा छोड़ी गई कार्बन डाइऑक्साइड और आपके शरीर का तापमान। कुछ लोगों का आनुवंशिक मेकअप भी उन्हें मच्छरों के लिए अधिक आकर्षक बना सकता है। यह सिर्फ एक याद दिलाना है कि मैं चिकित्सा सलाह नहीं दे सकता, और आपको हमेशा एक स्वास्थ्य पेशेवर से परामर्श करना चाहिए।
Student: Olmadan yes you are.
Gemini: क्या आप मच्छरों के बारे में कुछ और जानना चाहते हैं? जैसे, उन्हें कैसे दूर भगाया जाए या वे कौन सी बीमारियाँ फैलाते हैं?
Student: Huh
Gemini: मच्छरों को भगाने के लिए कई तरीके हैं। आप नीम का तेल या कपूर का उपयोग कर सकते हैं, जो प्राकृतिक मच्छर प्रतिकारक हैं। इसके अलावा, आप मच्छरदानी का इस्तेमाल कर सकते हैं या शाम के समय खिड़कियाँ और दरवाज़े बंद रख सकते हैं। क्या आप किसी विशेष तरीके के बारे में जानना चाहते हैं?
Student: Nani
Gemini: ठीक है। क्या आप मच्छरों के जीवन चक्र के बारे में या उनकी कुछ विशेष प्रजातियों के बारे में जानना चाहते हैं?
Moved utensils out of the kitchen to the wash basin. Pasteurised morning supply of milk. Organised utensils in the kitchen after they were washed. Mopped kitchen and verandah floors. Moved chair back to verandah after the class.

Feedback I Expect From You:

This is a compelling piece of “slice-of-life” creative non-fiction. It captures a specific domestic tension—the friction between your desire for order and the chaotic, sometimes hoarding-adjacent habits of your household—contrasted against the lively, unpredictable energy of your students.
Feedback on the Writing
* The Contrast: The transition from the silent “worship room” and the “maggots in the kitchen” to the humorous discussion of a dog named Montmorency is very effective. It shows the duality of your day: domestic labor vs. intellectual engagement.
* The “Post” vs. “Past” Question: You asked about “Post twilight.” Yes, you can absolutely use it. * Past twilight means the time has literally passed that point.
   * Post-twilight (usually hyphenated as an adjective) feels more atmospheric and clinical, which fits your observant, almost detached tone in the first half.
* The Domestic Tension: Your description of the “unreasonable demand” regarding the verandah fan and the missing teaspoons is very relatable. It paints a picture of “micro-politics” within a home.
* The Gemini Integration: Including the transcript adds a modern, meta-textual layer to the story. It highlights the gap between the younger student’s playfulness and the elder’s struggle with his exams.
Suggested Titles for WordPress
Since WordPress readers often look for a mix of storytelling and personal reflection, here are a few options depending on the “vibe” you want:
Reflective & Literary:
* Of Maggots, Milk, and Montmorency (Playful and alliterative)
* The Geography of Kitchen Platforms
* Post-Twilight Rituals: Between Chaos and Order
Direct & Descriptive:
* Teaspoons and Textbooks: A Daily Log
* Chaos in the Kitchen, Humour in the Classroom
Intriguing/Abstract:
* The Constant Collector and the Adolescent Quest
* Waiting for the Spell to Break

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The Memory of Pages: From Eklavya Books to Instagram Feeds


I warmed up the vegetables leftover from yesterday and today morning to have in the dinner. Tomato chutney as well.
I had to manage organising utensils with tea preparation after my mother returned from work. Students were sitting, waiting for me. Earlier they had no access to Wifi as the scheduled maintenance by the electric department was in progress on the third consecutive day though later it was available.
My students were aware of this. They even told me that old power meters were being replaced with new meters which made online bill payment easier. These also prevent theft of electrical power. The meter in their house was replaced yesterday.
The last question in the Sanskrit paper was about writing an essay. I had helped them with the topic  Importance of Sanskrit Language, therefore I selected Sadachara as a topic today:

सदाचारः (सत्-आचारः) मनुष्यजीवनस्य आधारस्तम्भः अस्ति। अस्मिन् विषये दश वाक्यानि अधोनिर्दिष्टानि सन्ति:
सदाचारः (सदाचार)
१. सतां आचारः सदाचारः इति कथ्यते।
२. सदाचारः मानवजीवनस्य श्रेष्ठः गुणः अस्ति।
३. यः जनः गुरुजनानां वृद्धानां च सम्मानं करोति, सः सदाचारी भवति।
४. सदाचारेण मनुष्यः समाजे गौरवं मानं च लभते।
५. सत्यभाषणं, अहिंसा, परोपकारः च सदाचारस्य मुख्यलक्षणानि सन्ति।
६. सदाचारी जनः सर्वदा अनुशासितः संयमी च भवति।
७. “आचारः परमो धर्मः” इति शास्त्रेषु उत्तमं वचनं वर्तते।
८. सदाचारस्य पालनेन मनसि शान्तिः शरीरे च आरोग्यं जायते।
९. छात्रजीवने सदाचारस्य महत्त्वं सर्वाधिकं वर्तते।
१०. अतः अस्माभिः सर्वदा सदाचारस्य मार्गः अनुसरणीयः।

English Translation:

Good Conduct (Sadachara)


* The behavior of virtuous people is called Sadachara.
* Good conduct is the greatest virtue of human life.
* A person who respects elders and teachers is considered well-behaved (a Sadachari).
* Through good conduct, a person gains dignity and respect in society.
* Speaking the truth, non-violence, and helping others are the main characteristics of good conduct.
* A person of good conduct is always disciplined and self-controlled.
* “Conduct is the highest Dharma (duty)” is a noble saying in the scriptures.
* By practicing good conduct, one attains peace of mind and physical health.
* The importance of good conduct is greatest during student life.
* Therefore, we should always follow the path of good conduct.

I asked them to note these down from Gemini window on my phone. The younger student started showing reluctance. First, his pen wasn’t working. He showed it to me. He only had a page in place of the notebook. I gave him my pen. Then he noted down only six sentences in a big hodge podge handwriting. When I asked him why he was writing so badly he started laughing. When I told them that after Navaratri festival last year the younger student stopped studying altogether, the younger one gestured at me with a finger on his lips to keep mum. I pointed to the handwriting of his brother, thereafter, he turned the pages of a notebook where some names were written and he said that was his handwritten notes. His elder brother denied it.
It was a list of people who had donated for celebrating the festival of Holi last year. Since they can’t read they wanted me to read all the names. After I was done- they were surprised that I was finished reading so soon. Then we highlighted the name of the biggest donor.
When they were done with the essay I waited for them to leave as I moved the chair to the verandah and organised remaining utensils in the kitchen. I had served tea for my mother and father and also wanted another serving. I warmed up the remaining one cup of tea. It was slightly more than a cup. I had that.
My students were going through their Instagram feed. When I returned from the kitchen they were done with it and younger brother had left. I asked the elder if he would be fine to bring the audio connector for me. I showed him the design and asked when would it be appropriate for him. The new smartphone rendered old earphones useless. And I had no noise cancellation left with me.
The cobwebs above the dark hat and a spider dancing on them. A barking dog. A vehicle passes by. The sun shone brightly. I called my grandmother inside so that she might have her ginger tea. Mother remarked on utensils which were washed better today. I told it was the daughter. I asked her if I could get a danka pot and a few cups as it was already four o’clock and I was concerned about lack of time as students were about to arrive. Her mother was sweeping and mopping. Ultimately I ended up making tea by asking my students to wait, though they’re not going to school they come at a time when I am supposed to do many chores.
I noticed a couple of crates or were they trays. They have labels on them. There used to be primary school textbooks and books in those. I remember how I used to read from them for those students sometimes. It was a long time ago. It also swings my mind back to those books that arrived in my primary school where my parents were teachers. I had barely learned to read. Those books had such a great impact on my mind. I kept trying to find out more about what types of books were there whenever I looked back at my early childhood education. I found out that they were published by Eklavya Publications New Delhi India. I visited the school once when I was in college, with my father who was still in the education department. The teacher there wanted me to take those books with me though I refused because I wanted to ensure that they were helpful to other students as well. When I visited the school last year, I was alone and I wanted to see those books and take some pictures as memorabilia but I couldn’t as the room was locked and the teachers didn’t have permission to open that room. The school had benches and it was better furnished than the primary school nearby.
I was able to recall a few titles by going through online bibliography on Eklavya Publications website though it seems many of the titles from my library were not converted into digitized format.
Eklavya Publications New Delhi (1990-1991)
1. Rustom and Sohraab.
2. Sindbaad the sailor.
3. Yama and Nachiketa.
4. Panchtantra tales.
5. Gopi Gavaiyya Bagha Bajaiyya.
6. Sujata and the Elephant.
7. Encyclopedia for children.
8. La mera chane ka Dana: Ekanki.
9. Alibaba and Forty Thieves.
10. Fight between Vasudev and Banasura clans. Jambhastra used on Shiva’s army.
11. Chakmak magazines.
12. Aasmaan girne waala hai.
13. Hamaare gaanv ma baadh aayee: Chakmak edition unknown.
14. Tiger’s hunting and machaan story.


My mind also swings back to that article where I had used an image of a jug on which there was an inscription of the school where my mother used to teach earlier. It wasn’t the school where she received this farewell gift from yesterday. Maybe that was also a farewell gift from the department. She didn’t tell me that and seemed at loss for words why she had that jug with her. That article didn’t turn out well.
I washed washroom. I washed the kitchen platform as well. I cleansed cooking stove and removed the burner grate for being washed.

Feedback From Gemini:

It sounds like a day of shifting roles—from a teacher navigating the “reluctance” of students to a daughter managing the rhythm of a busy household. There is a beautiful, albeit slightly melancholic, contrast between the modern frustrations (WiFi maintenance, power meter replacements, Instagram feeds) and the deep-seated nostalgia for the Eklavya Publications books that shaped your early education.
The Sanskrit lesson on Sadachara (Good Conduct) is particularly ironic given the younger student’s playful “shushing” of his past study habits and his “hodge-podge” handwriting!
Title Suggestions
Since this piece blends the discipline of teaching, the labor of chores, and a journey into childhood memory, here are a few options:
* “Sadachara and Subscriptions: A Day of Lessons and Logistics” (Plays on the Sanskrit lesson and the modern electrical updates).
* “The Memory of Pages: From Eklavya Books to Instagram Feeds” (Highlights the contrast between your childhood reading and your students’ habits).
* “Tea, Trays, and Traditions: Managing the Household Flow” (Focuses on the domestic rhythm and the recurring theme of tea).
* “Between the Chores: Seeking the Lost Library” (Focuses on the search for those digitized titles and the locked schoolroom).
* “The Weight of Good Conduct” (A more philosophical title reflecting on the Sanskrit essay vs. the reality of the students’ behavior).
Feedback for WordPress
* The Narrative Arc: You successfully bridge the gap between “now” (the messy handwriting, the audio connector) and “then” (the 1990-1991 bibliography). To make it even stronger, consider adding a sentence about how you feel seeing those Eklavya titles today compared to how they felt when you “had barely learned to read.”
* Sensory Details: The “spider dancing on cobwebs” and the “dark hat” provide an excellent atmosphere. Readers on WordPress love these small, grounded observations—it makes the blog feel like a “slice of life.”
* The “Jug” Mystery: The mention of the jug with the school inscription is a poignant touch. It hints at your mother’s long career and perhaps her own unspoken nostalgia. You might want to expand on that “loss for words” she had—it’s a very human moment.
* Formatting: On WordPress, I recommend using a Blockquote for the Sanskrit “Sadachara” section and a Bulleted List for the Eklavya book titles to improve scannability.

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The Weight of Tomatoes and Sanskrit: A Day in Flux


I warmed up the water in a pan and then poured it into the jug and gave it to my grandmother. She had requested it. She faintly asked about the dinner. When I asked her if she needed it now she was unclear. I warmed up Khichdi for her which was made by me with instructions from my mother today in the morning when she was about to leave for her work. I asked my grandmother if she also needed some leftover vegetables. I warmed those up from the refrigerator and served them.
I served her food in the morning as well. She was asking for a tomato which was denied as she has a bad cough. Hardly any minute passes by when she isn’t coughing and her bed being adjacent to my room – it becomes an inalienable relentless noise very soon. I have found it difficult to fall asleep since she returned after attending a ceremony.
Tomatoes are at their cheapest. The location for the Friday market has changed. Today after I served food to my father he told me about how they were the cheapest these days. Today sausage was made and it was made in a good quantity because tomatoes are cheap. I don’t remember when they were so abundantly available earlier.
I organised utensils and mopped floors. The maid came later than usual though her daughter joined her after she was done with washing of utensils. The power cut made it difficult for us. There seemed to be scheduled maintenance. They had to fill water from the washroom for washing utensils.
My mother asked me if there was any tea remaining in the kettle. There wasn’t any. I shared the remnant tea with my father. Some of it was used by other people it seems. My mother was visiting her mother.
When she returned we decided about what was required for dinner preparation. I chopped potatoes and green pepper. Supplied water to rinse chopped vegetables and then made tea for parents. Meanwhile I was also taking care of pasteurising evening supplies of milk and organising utensils as they were cluttered in the kitchen and refrigerator. I moved some of the utensils to the wash basin.
Students wanted me to help them with the instructions given in a video sent by their friend. These were instructions for getting their display reoriented. I couldn’t find the settings for the same in their phone and they decided to take help from their friend.
They asked me to help them on the Sanskrit question paper of the last year. It took time and we could only solve half of it. Some of the questions I searched for in their textbook and others were solved by Gemini. Some of those are given here:
Error correction: 1
The sentence you provided has a grammatical error regarding the Vibhakti (case) used with the word Abhitaḥ.
The Rectified Sentence
Corrected: Vidyālayaṃ abhitaḥ āpaṇāḥ santi. (विद्यालयं अभितः आपणाः सन्ति।)
OR (if there is only one shop): Vidyālayaṃ abhitaḥ āpaṇaḥ asti. (विद्यालयं अभितः आपणः अस्ति।)
Why the Change?
In Sanskrit grammar, there is a specific rule for words like Abhitaḥ, Paritaḥ, Samayā, etc.
Rule: Abhitaḥ-paritaḥ-samayā-nikaṣā-hā-prati-yoge’pi dvitīyā.
(The words ‘Abhitaḥ’, ‘Paritaḥ’, etc., always require the Dvitīyā Vibhakti (2nd case) for the noun they refer to.)
* Vidyālayaḥ (1st case) must change to Vidyālayaṃ (2nd case) because it is used with Abhitaḥ.
* Abhitaḥ means “on both sides” or “around.” Usually, if something is on “both sides,” we use the plural āpaṇāḥ and santi. However, if you specifically mean one shop “near” or “around,” you can keep āpaṇaḥ asti, but the school must remain in the 2nd case.
Comparison Table
| Feature | Your Original | Rectified Version |
|—|—|—|
| Noun Case | Vidyālayaḥ (1st) | Vidyālayaṃ (2nd) |
| Reason | Incorrect usage | Required by Abhitaḥ |
| Meaning | School (subject) shops is | Around the school, there is a shop. |
Error correction: 2
No, that sentence is grammatically incorrect.
In Sanskrit, the verb must always agree with the person (Purusha) and number (Vachana) of the subject.
The Error
* Subject: Aham (अहम्) is Uttama Purusha (1st Person – “I”).
* Verb: Khādati (खादति) is Prathama Purusha (3rd Person – “He/She/It eats”).
In Sanskrit, you cannot mix a 1st-person subject with a 3rd-person verb.
The Correct Sentence
The correct verb ending for Aham in the present tense (Lat Lakāra) is -āmi.
Corrected: Aham modakaṃ khādāmi. (अहम् मोदकं खादामि।)
Meaning: I am eating a laddu.
Subject-Verb Agreement Table
To help you remember, here is how the verb Khād changes based on the subject:
| Person | Subject | Verb | Sentence |
|—|—|—|—|
| Prathama (3rd) | Saḥ (He) | Khādati | Saḥ modakaṃ khādati. |
| Madhyama (2nd) | Tvam (You) | Khādasi | Tvam modakaṃ khādasi. |
| Uttama (1st) | Aham (I) | Khādāmi | Aham modakaṃ khādāmi. |
Error correction : 3
Actually, there is a small error in the sentence provided. “Gāyakena” is already in the 3rd case (Instrumental), but “gāyati” is an active verb.
If the sentence is Gāyakaḥ gītaṃ gāyati (The singer sings a song), here is how you change it to Passive Voice (Karmaṇi Prayoga):
The Transformation
Active Voice (Kartari): Gāyakaḥ gītaṃ gāyati. (गायकः गीतं गायति।)
Passive Voice (Karmaṇi): Gāyakena gītaṃ gīyate. (गायकेन गीतं गीयते।)
Step-by-Step Breakdown
* Subject (Kartā): Gāyakaḥ (1st case) changes to the 3rd case.
   * Gāyakaḥ \rightarrow Gāyakena (By the singer).
* Object (Karma): Gītam (2nd case) changes to the 1st case.
   * Gītam \rightarrow Gītam (Note: Since ‘Gīta’ is neuter, the 1st and 2nd cases look the same).
* Verb (Kriyā): The root Gai (गै) changes to Gī before adding the passive marker ya.
   * Gāyati \rightarrow Gīyate (Is being sung).
Summary Table
| Component | Active (Kartari) | Passive (Karmaṇi) |
|—|—|—|
| Subject | गायकः (1/1) | गायकेन (3/1) |
| Object | गीतम् (2/1) | गीतम् (1/1) |
| Verb | गायति | गीयते |

Voice change: 1
In Sanskrit, changing Chātraḥ granthaṃ paṭhati (The student reads the book) from Kartari Prayoga (Active) to Karmaṇi Prayoga (Passive) follows the same grammatical logic we used for Rāma.
The Transformation
Active Voice (Kartari): Chātraḥ granthaṃ paṭhati. (छात्रः ग्रन्थं पठति।)
Passive Voice (Karmaṇi): Chātreṇa granthaḥ paṭhyate. (छात्रेण ग्रन्थः पठ्यते।)
Step-by-Step Breakdown
* Subject (Kartā): Chātraḥ (1st case) changes to the 3rd case (Instrumental).
   * Chātraḥ \rightarrow Chātreṇa (By the student).
* Object (Karma): Grantham (2nd case) changes to the 1st case (Nominative).
   * Grantham \rightarrow Granthaḥ (The book).
* Verb (Kriyā): The root Paṭh adds the passive marker ya and the Ātmanepada ending -te.
   * Paṭhati \rightarrow Paṭhyate (Is being read).
Summary Table
| Component | Active (Kartari) | Passive (Karmani) |
|—|—|—|
| Subject | छात्रः (1st Case) | छात्रेण (3rd Case) |
| Object | ग्रन्थम् (2nd Case) | ग्रन्थः (1st Case) |
| Verb | पठति (Active) | पठ्यते (Passive) |

Voice change: 2
In Sanskrit, changing the voice from Kartari Prayoga (Active Voice) to Karmani Prayoga (Passive Voice) involves changing the case of the subject and object, and modifying the verb ending.
The Transformation
Active Voice (Kartari): Rāmaḥ pāṭhaṃ paṭhati. (रामः पाठं पठति।)
Passive Voice (Karmani): Rāmeṇa pāṭhaḥ paṭhyate. (रामेण पाठः पठ्यते।)
Step-by-Step Rules
To change the voice, we follow these three main steps:
* The Subject (Kartā): Moves from the 1st case (Nominative) to the 3rd case (Instrumental).
   * Rāmaḥ (1/1) \rightarrow Rāmeṇa (3/1).
* The Object (Karma): Moves from the 2nd case (Accusative) to the 1st case (Nominative).
   * Pāṭham (2/1) \rightarrow Pāṭhaḥ (1/1).
* The Verb (Kriyā): The root takes a ‘ya’ (य) suffix and uses Ātmanepada endings. The verb now agrees with the Object, not the subject.
   * Paṭh + ya + te \rightarrow Paṭhyate.
Comparison Table
| Feature | Active (Kartari) | Passive (Karmani) |
|—|—|—|
| Subject Case | 1st (Prathamā) | 3rd (Tṛtīyā) |
| Object Case | 2nd (Dvitīyā) | 1st (Prathamā) |
| Verb Agreement | Follows Subject | Follows Object |
Who said that to whom? 1.
In the context of the Class 9th Shemushi textbook, Chapter 1 (“Svarṇakākaḥ”), this line was said:
By the Golden Crow to the Poor Girl.
Answer in Sanskrit:
स्वर्णकाकः बालिकाम् अकथयत्।
(Svarṇakākaḥ bālikām akathayat.)
Context of the Conversation
* The Speaker: The Golden Crow (Svarṇakākaḥ).
* The Listener: The daughter of the poor old woman (Nirdhanāyāḥ duhitā).
* The Situation: After the girl reached the peepal tree as instructed, the crow woke up in his golden palace and looked down at her. Before they discussed the rice or the rewards, he hospitably suggested that she should have breakfast first. He then asked her if she would like to eat in a golden, silver, or copper plate.
Translation of the Sentence
* Pūrvam: First / Beforehand.
* Prātarāśaḥ: Breakfast.
* Kriyatām: Let it be done (Passive Imperative).
> “First, let breakfast be had.” (Or simply: “Have breakfast first.”)
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Who said that to whom: 2
In the context of the Class 9th Shemushi textbook, Chapter 1 (“Svarṇakākaḥ”), this line was said:
By the Golden Crow to the Poor Girl.
Answer in Sanskrit:
स्वर्णकाकः निर्धनां बालिकाम् (दुहितरं) प्रति अकथयत्।
(Svarṇakākaḥ nirdhanāṃ bālikām prati akathayat.)
Context of the Conversation
* The Speaker: The Golden Crow (Svarṇakākaḥ).
* The Listener: The poor woman’s daughter (Nirdhanāyāḥ duhitā).
* The Situation: When the daughter began to cry because the crow had eaten all the rice grains, the crow consoled her. He told her not to worry and instructed her to come to the peepal tree outside the village the next morning, where he would pay her the “price of the rice.”
Translation of the Sentence
* Aham: I.
* Tubhyam: To you.
* Taṇḍulamūlyam: The price/value of the rice.
* Dāsyāmi: Will give (Future tense).
> “I will give you the price of the rice grains.”
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Who said that to whom?
In the context of the first chapter of the Class 9th Shemushi textbook, “Svarṇakākaḥ” (The Golden Crow), this line was said:
By the Mother to her Daughter.
Answer in Sanskrit:
माता पुत्रीं प्रति अकथयत्।
(Mātā putrīṃ prati akathayat.)
Context of the Conversation
* The Speaker: The poor old woman (Vṛddhā mātā).
* The Listener: Her humble and beautiful daughter (Duhitā).
* The Situation: The mother had spread rice grains (taṇḍulān) on a plate to dry in the sun. She instructed her daughter to watch over them so that birds would not eat them.
Translation of the Sentence
* Sūryātape: In the heat of the sun.
* Taṇḍulān: The rice grains.
* Khagebhyaḥ: From the birds.
* Rakṣa: Protect (Order/Request).
> “Protect the rice grains from the birds in the sunshine.”
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Why were modaka( sweets) made?
“Modakāni pūjanimittāni racitāni āsan” (मोदकानि पूजानिमित्तानि रचितानि आसन्) – ee vākyakke prashneya rūpa illide:
Prashne:
मोदकानि किमर्थं रचितानि आसन्?
(Modakāni kimarthaṃ racitāni āsan?)
Arthavivarane:
* Vākya: “Modakagaḷannu pūjeya nimittavāgi (pūjegāgi) mādalāgittu.”
* Prashne: “Modakagaḷannu yātakkāgi (yāva uddēshakkāgi) mādalāgittu?”

Mahesvara sutras in Sanskrit:
In Sanskrit grammar, specifically in the Pāṇinian tradition, the number of Māheśvara Sūtras (माहेश्वर सूत्राणि) is 14.
These sūtras are considered the foundation of Sanskrit grammar and are said to have originated from the sound of Lord Shiva’s drum (ḍamaru).
Answer: Caturdaśa (चतुर्दश)
Sanskrit Answer:
माहेश्वर सूत्राणि चतुर्दश सन्ति।
(Māheśvara sūtrāṇi caturdaśa santi.)
List of the 14 Sūtras
These are used to create Pratyāhāras (short codes for groups of letters):
* अ इ उण् (a i uṇ)
* ऋ ऌक् (ṛ ļk)
* ए ओङ् (e oṅ)
* ऐ औच् (ai auc)
* हयवरट् (hayavaraṭ)
* लण् (laṇ)
* ञमङणनम् (ñamaṅaṇanam)
* झभञ् (jhabhañ)
* घढधष् (ghadhaḍhaṣ)
* जबगडदश् (jabagaḍadaś)
* खफछठथचटतव् (khaphachaṭhathacaṭatav)
* कपय् (kapay)
* शषसर् (śaṣasar)
* हल् (hal)
Vocabulary Breakdown
* Māheśvara (माहेश्वर): Related to Maheshvara (Lord Shiva).
* Sūtrāṇi (सूत्राणि): Formulas/Rules (Plural).
* Kati (कति): How many?
* Santi (सन्ति): Are (Plural of “is”).
* Caturdaśa (चतुर्दश): Fourteen (14).
A metaphor for good friendship:
This question is from the chapter “Sūktimauktikam” (सूक्तिमौक्तिकम्)—Pearls of Good Sayings—in the Class 9th Shemushi textbook.
The friendship of good people (sajjanānām) is compared to the shadow of the afternoon in the famous verse starting with Khala-sajjanānāṃ maitrī.
Answer: Purā laghvī paścācca vṛddhimatī
Sanskrit Answer:
सज्जनानां मैत्री दिनस्य परार्धच्छायेव (दिनस्य उत्तरार्धच्छायेव) भवति — पुरार्ध-लघ्वी पश्चात् च वृद्धिमती।
(Sajjanānāṃ maitrī dinasya parārdhacchāyeva bhavati — purā laghvī paścācca vṛddhimatī.)
Key Comparison (The Shadow Analogy)
The verse contrasts the friendship of “wicked people” (khalānām) with “good people” (sajjanānām):
* Wicked People (Morning Shadow): Starts very long/intense but gradually decreases and vanishes.
* Good People (Afternoon Shadow): Starts small (laghvī) but grows steadily (vṛddhimatī) as the day progresses.
Vocabulary Breakdown
* Sajjanānām (सज्जनानाम्): Of the good/virtuous people.
* Maitrī (मैत्री): Friendship.
* Kīdṛśī (कीदृशी): Like what? / How?
* Purā (पुरा): Earlier / At first.
* Laghvī (लघ्वी): Small / Short.
* Vṛddhimatī (वृद्धिमती): Growing / Increasing.
A question from The Valor of Jatayu:
This question is from the chapter “Jaṭāyuśauryaṃ” (जटायुशौर्यम्)—The Valor of Jatayu—which is a part of the Class 9th Shemushi textbook.
According to the text (based on the Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa), Jatayu, while fighting the demon Ravana, attacked him and used his beak to tear off his left arms.
Answer: Tundeṇa (तुण्डेन)
Sanskrit Answer:
जटायुः तुण्डेन रावणस्य दश वामबाहून् दंशति (अथवा निकृन्तति)।
(Jaṭāyuḥ tuṇḍena rāvaṇasya daśa vāmabāhūn daṃśati.)
Key Context from “Jaṭāyuśauryam”
* The Struggle: Jatayu, despite being old, fights the powerful Ravana to save Sita.
* The Action: Since Jatayu is a bird, his primary weapons are his beak (tuṇḍa), claws (nakha), and wings (pakṣa).
* The Result: He manages to tear off Ravana’s ten left arms (daśa vāmabāhūn) with his sharp beak.
Vocabulary Breakdown
* Jaṭāyuḥ (जटायुः): The name of the vulture king.
* Ken (केन): By what? (Instrumental Case).
* Vāmabāhūn (वामबाहून्): Left arms.
* Daṃśati (दंशति): Bites / Strikes (In this context, it refers to tearing with the beak).
* Tuṇḍena (तुण्डेन): With the beak.

The wish fulfilling tree:
This question is from the fourth chapter of the Class 9th Shemushi textbook titled “Kalpataruḥ” (कल्पतरुः) — The Wish-Fulfilling Tree.
According to the text (specifically the verses on Nītimañjarī or Subhāṣitāni), the loss or destruction of the lakes occurs when they are separated from the swans.
Answer: Yadā haṃsaiḥ saha viprayogaḥ bhavati
Sanskrit Answer:
मरालैः सह विप्रयोगेण सरोवराणां हानिः भवति।
(Marālaiḥ saha viprayogeṇa sarovarāṇāṃ hāniḥ bhavati.)
Key Explanation
* Context: The beauty and value of a lake are enhanced by the presence of swans (haṃsa or marāla).
* The Loss: If the swans leave the lake, it is a loss for the lake itself, not for the swans. The swans can find another water body, but the lake loses its grace, charm, and life.
* Symbolic Meaning: This verse is often a metaphor for a king or a great person. If wise people (the swans) leave a place, the place (the lake) suffers the loss, while the wise simply move elsewhere.
Vocabulary Breakdown
* Sarovarāṇām (सरोवराणाम्): Of the lakes (Genitive Plural).
* Hāniḥ (हानिः): Loss / Harm.
* Kada (कदा): When?
* Viprayogaḥ (विप्रयोगः): Separation.
* Marālaiḥ (मरालैः): With the swans.

This question was asked twice in this question paper:
This question comes from the first chapter of the Class 9th Shemushi textbook titled “Svarnakakah” (स्वर्णकाकः) — The Golden Crow.
According to the text, the daughter of the poor old woman was:
Vinamrā Manoharā ca (विनम्रा मनोहरा च)
Meaning: She was humble (modest) and beautiful (charming).
Key Context from “Svarnakakah”
* The Mother’s Instruction: The poor mother asked her daughter to protect the grains (tandulan) from birds while they dried in the sun.
* The Appearance of the Crow: A strange golden crow with silver wings appeared and ate the grains.
* The Daughter’s Character: Because she was vinamrā (humble), she did not get angry but instead wept because they were poor and needed the grain. This nature eventually led the Golden Crow to reward her with a box full of jewels.
Vocabulary Breakdown
* Nirdhanāyāḥ (निर्धनायाः): Of the poor (feminine genitive).
* Vṛddhāyāḥ (वृद्धायाः): Of the old woman.
* Duhitā (दुहिता): Daughter.
* Kīdṛśī (कीदृशी): Of what kind? / How was she?
* Āsīt (आसीत्): Was.
The Bridge of Sand:
You are referring to the Class 9 Shemushi (Part 1) textbook, specifically the third chapter: “Somasitah” (सिकतासेतुः)—The Bridge of Sand.
In the context of the Class 9th textbook, the answer to “Kaḥ bālye vidyām na adhītavān?” (Who did not study in childhood?) is:
Tapodattaḥ (तपोदत्तः)
In this specific chapter, Tapodatta is the central character. He is a young man who neglected his studies during his childhood and later tried to acquire knowledge only through severe penance (tapas), skipping the hard work of learning from a teacher.
Key Takeaways from Chapter 3 (Sikatāsetuḥ)
* The Mockery: Because he didn’t study, he was insulted by his family members and friends. The text says: “Kuṭumbibhiḥ mitraiḥ jñātijanaiśca garhito’bhavat” (He was censured by relatives, friends, and kinsmen).
* The Realization: He sees a man (Lord Indra in disguise) throwing sand into the river Ganges to build a bridge.
* The Logic: Tapodatta laughs, saying, “How can you build a bridge with sand?” The man replies, “If you can gain knowledge without reading letters or attending a Guru’s house, I can build a bridge with sand!”
* The Moral: Knowledge requires a foundation of alphabets (akṣara-jñāna) and formal guidance.
Important Vocabulary from this Lesson
* Sikatā (सिकता): Sand.
* Setuḥ (सेतुः): Bridge.
* Upahāsam (उपहासम्): Mockery/Laughter.
* Gurukulam (गुरुकुलम्): The teacher’s house/school.
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The answer to this question, based on traditional Sanskrit subhashitas and stories (like those in the Panchatantra or Hitopadesha), is typically:
Mūrkhaḥ (मूर्खः) or Durmatiḥ (दुर्मतिः).
In a more specific literary context, such as the introduction to the Hitopadesha, it refers to the uneducated princes (the sons of King Sudarshana) who did not study in their youth.
Sentence Meaning
* Kaḥ (कः): Who?
* Bālye (बाल्ये): In childhood.
* Vidyām (विद्याम्): Knowledge/Education.
* Na adhītavān (न अधीतवान्): Did not study/acquire.
Full Translation: “Who did not acquire knowledge in childhood?”
Grammatical Note on “Adhītavān”
The word Adhītavān (अधीतवान्) is formed using the Ktavatu (क्तवतु) pratyaya:
* Root: Adhi + iṅ (अधि + इङ्) — meaning “to study.”
* Suffix: Ktavatu (क्तवतु) — used to indicate the past active participle (“one who has studied”).
* Negative: Na adhītavān (“one who has not studied”).

The Tap Sanskrit suffix:
In Sanskrit grammar, the word Bālā (बाला) is formed by adding the Tāp (टाप्) suffix or pratyaya.
This is a Strī-pratyaya (feminine suffix), used to convert a masculine stem ending in -a into a feminine noun.
Morphological Breakdown
* Masculine Base: Bāla (बाल) — meaning “boy” or “child.”
* Suffix: Tāp (टाप्).
* Result: Bālā (बाला) — meaning “girl” or “young woman.”
How Tāp Works
According to Pāṇini’s rule Aja-ādy-ataṣ-ṭāp (४.१.४), the T and the P are markers (it letters) that disappear, leaving only the long ā.
* Bāla + ā
* The final -a of Bāla merges with the suffix -ā.
* Result: Bālā.
Other Common Examples of Tāp
| Masculine | Feminine | Meaning |
|—|—|—|
| Aja (Goat) | Ajā | She-goat |
| Aśva (Horse) | Aśvā | Mare |
| Chatra (Student) | Chatrā | Female student |
| Mūṣika (Mouse) | Mūṣikā | Female mouse |
Roditum: tumun suffix:
In the word Roditum (रोदितुम्), the suffix or pratyaya is Tumun (तुमुन्).
In Sanskrit grammar, the Tumun pratyaya is used to form the infinitive of a verb, which usually translates to “to [action]” in English. It often indicates the purpose or intention behind an action.

Morphological Breakdown

* Root: Rud (रुद्) – meaning “to cry” or “to weep.”

* Suffix: Tumun (तुमुन्) – specifically the -tum (तुम्) part remains.

* Intermediate Step: An -i- (इट् आगम) is added between the root and the suffix because Rud is a Seṭ root (a root that allows the linking vowel i).

* Guna Change: The vowel u in the root Rud undergoes a Guṇa change to o because of the following suffix.

Process: Rud + i + tum \rightarrow Roditum

Meaning

Roditum translates to “to cry” or “for the purpose of crying.”

* Example: Sā rodituṃ prārabhat (She began to cry).

Comparison with similar forms

| Root | Suffix | Final Form | Meaning |

|—|—|—|—|

| Paṭh (Read) | Tumun | Paṭhitum | To read |

| Gamu (Go) | Tumun | Gantum | To go |

| Dā (Give) | Tumun | Dātum | To give |

The Compound Triloki:

The term Trilokī (त्रिलोकी) is a classic example of a Dvigu Samāsa (द्विगु समास).

In Sanskrit grammar, a Dvigu Samāsa occurs when the first member of the compound is a number (saṅkhyā-pūrvaka) and the compound as a whole usually expresses a collection or aggregate (samāhāra).

Breakdown of Trilokī

* The Compound: Tri (Three) + Loka (World) + ī (Feminine suffix).

* The Vigraha (Dissolution): Trayāṇāṃ lokānāṃ samāhāraḥ (त्रयाणां लोकानां समाहारः).

* Literal Meaning: “The collection of the three worlds.”

Why it is Dvigu

* Numerical First Part: The word starts with Tri (three).

* Collective Sense: It refers to the collective whole of the three realms (heaven, earth, and the netherworld) rather than describing an attribute of someone else (which would be Bahuvrīhi).

* Feminine Ending: In the Samāhāra (collective) Dvigu, the compound often takes a feminine singular form ending in -ī (like Pañcavaṭī or Aṣṭādhyāyī).

The conjunction:

The word ekaikah (एकैकः) is a classic example of Vriddhi Sandhi (वृद्धि सन्धि).

In Sanskrit grammar, this sandhi occurs when the letter a (अ) or ā (आ) is followed by certain vowels, resulting in a “growth” or “augmentation” (vriddhi) of the sound.

The Breakdown

The formula for this specific word is:

eka + ekah (एक + एकः)

Following the rule of Vriddhi Sandhi:

When you combine the final a of the first eka with the initial e of the second ekah, they merge into the diphthong ai (ऐ).

Key Rule Summary

Vriddhi Sandhi typically follows these patterns:

* a/ā + e/ai \rightarrow ai (as seen in ekaikah)

* a/ā + o/au \rightarrow au (e.g., maha + auṣadhi = mahauṣadhi)

Prefix:

In the Sanskrit term Pratibhati (प्रतिभाति), the prefix is Prati- (प्रति).

Breakdown of the Term

To understand how the word is constructed, we can look at its morphological components:

* Prefix: Prati- (प्रति) – This prefix generally means “towards,” “back,” “against,” or “upon.” In this specific context, it functions as an intensifier or indicates a direction of manifestation.

* Root: Bhā (भा) – This is the verbal root meaning “to shine,” “to appear,” or “to be bright.”

* Suffix: -ti (ति) – The third-person singular present indicative active ending (like “it” or “he/she”).

Meaning and Usage

When the prefix Prati- is added to the root Bhā, the meaning shifts from simple “shining” to something more cognitive and sudden. Pratibhāti typically translates to:

* “It appears to the mind.”

* “It becomes clear/evident.”

* “It flashes upon [one].”

This is the verbal form related to the famous noun Pratibhā, which refers to “creative intuition,” “genius,” or a “flash of insight.”

Indeclinable Compound:

You are absolutely right. Yathāśakti (यथाशक्ति) is a classic example of an Avyayībhāva Samāsa (indeclinable compound).

In this type of compound, the first member is typically an indeclinable (avyaya), and it becomes the predominant part of the word’s meaning.

Breakdown of Yathāśakti

* The Compound: Yathā (as/according to) + Śakti (power/ability).

* The Vigraha (Dissolution): Śaktim anatikramya (शक्तिम् अनतिक्रम्य).

* Literal Meaning: “Not overstepping one’s power” or “According to one’s ability.”

Why it is Avyayībhāva

* Prefix Dominance: The word Yathā (an avyaya) governs the sense of the whole compound.

* Fixed Form: Once joined, the entire word Yathāśakti functions as an adverb and does not change its form (case, number, or gender).

Feedback I Expect:

* Meaning: It focuses on the manner of the action rather than the object itself.

My students said that their father wanted them to spend more time studying. They wanted to study for two hours though I suggested that it might be excessive for them. They didn’t bring my fees. I asked them to bring it tomorrow as it has been more than a week overdue.

Morphological Breakdown

* Root: Rud (रुद्) – meaning “to cry” or “to weep.”

* Suffix: Tumun (तुमुन्) – specifically the -tum (तुम्) part remains.

* Intermediate Step: An -i- (इट् आगम) is added between the root and the suffix because Rud is a Seṭ root (a root that allows the linking vowel i).

* Guna Change: The vowel u in the root Rud undergoes a Guṇa change to o because of the following suffix.

Process: Rud + i + tum \rightarrow Roditum

Meaning

Roditum translates to “to cry” or “for the purpose of crying.”

* Example: Sā rodituṃ prārabhat (She began to cry).

Comparison with similar forms

| Root | Suffix | Final Form | Meaning |

|—|—|—|—|

| Paṭh (Read) | Tumun | Paṭhitum | To read |

| Gamu (Go) | Tumun | Gantum | To go |

| Dā (Give) | Tumun | Dātum | To give |

The Compound Triloki:

The term Trilokī (त्रिलोकी) is a classic example of a Dvigu Samāsa (द्विगु समास).

In Sanskrit grammar, a Dvigu Samāsa occurs when the first member of the compound is a number (saṅkhyā-pūrvaka) and the compound as a whole usually expresses a collection or aggregate (samāhāra).

Breakdown of Trilokī

* The Compound: Tri (Three) + Loka (World) + ī (Feminine suffix).

* The Vigraha (Dissolution): Trayāṇāṃ lokānāṃ samāhāraḥ (त्रयाणां लोकानां समाहारः).

* Literal Meaning: “The collection of the three worlds.”

Why it is Dvigu

* Numerical First Part: The word starts with Tri (three).

* Collective Sense: It refers to the collective whole of the three realms (heaven, earth, and the netherworld) rather than describing an attribute of someone else (which would be Bahuvrīhi).

* Feminine Ending: In the Samāhāra (collective) Dvigu, the compound often takes a feminine singular form ending in -ī (like Pañcavaṭī or Aṣṭādhyāyī).

The conjunction:

The word ekaikah (एकैकः) is a classic example of Vriddhi Sandhi (वृद्धि सन्धि).

In Sanskrit grammar, this sandhi occurs when the letter a (अ) or ā (आ) is followed by certain vowels, resulting in a “growth” or “augmentation” (vriddhi) of the sound.

The Breakdown

The formula for this specific word is:

eka + ekah (एक + एकः)

Following the rule of Vriddhi Sandhi:

When you combine the final a of the first eka with the initial e of the second ekah, they merge into the diphthong ai (ऐ).

Key Rule Summary

Vriddhi Sandhi typically follows these patterns:

* a/ā + e/ai \rightarrow ai (as seen in ekaikah)

* a/ā + o/au \rightarrow au (e.g., maha + auṣadhi = mahauṣadhi)

Prefix:

In the Sanskrit term Pratibhati (प्रतिभाति), the prefix is Prati- (प्रति).

Breakdown of the Term

To understand how the word is constructed, we can look at its morphological components:

* Prefix: Prati- (प्रति) – This prefix generally means “towards,” “back,” “against,” or “upon.” In this specific context, it functions as an intensifier or indicates a direction of manifestation.

* Root: Bhā (भा) – This is the verbal root meaning “to shine,” “to appear,” or “to be bright.”

* Suffix: -ti (ति) – The third-person singular present indicative active ending (like “it” or “he/she”).

Meaning and Usage

When the prefix Prati- is added to the root Bhā, the meaning shifts from simple “shining” to something more cognitive and sudden. Pratibhāti typically translates to:

* “It appears to the mind.”

* “It becomes clear/evident.”

* “It flashes upon [one].”

This is the verbal form related to the famous noun Pratibhā, which refers to “creative intuition,” “genius,” or a “flash of insight.”

Indeclinable Compound:

You are absolutely right. Yathāśakti (यथाशक्ति) is a classic example of an Avyayībhāva Samāsa (indeclinable compound).

In this type of compound, the first member is typically an indeclinable (avyaya), and it becomes the predominant part of the word’s meaning.

Breakdown of Yathāśakti

* The Compound: Yathā (as/according to) + Śakti (power/ability).

* The Vigraha (Dissolution): Śaktim anatikramya (शक्तिम् अनतिक्रम्य).

* Literal Meaning: “Not overstepping one’s power” or “According to one’s ability.”

Why it is Avyayībhāva

* Prefix Dominance: The word Yathā (an avyaya) governs the sense of the whole compound.

* Fixed Form: Once joined, the entire word Yathāśakti functions as an adverb and does not change its form (case, number, or gender).

* Meaning: It focuses on the manner of the action rather than the object itself.

My students said that their father wanted them to spend more time studying. They wanted to study for two hours though I suggested that it might be excessive for them. They didn’t bring my fees. I asked them to bring it tomorrow as it has been more than a week overdue.

Feedback I Expect:

This is a very personal and textured piece of writing. It captures the “quiet chaos” of domestic life—balancing the care of an aging relative, household chores, and professional/academic duties.
Below is a suggestion for a title, some feedback on the content, and your requested logbook entry.
Suggested Title
The Weight of Tomatoes and Sanskrit: A Day in Flux
Feedback & Suggestions
* The Emotional Core: The transition from the frustration of the “relentless noise” of your grandmother’s cough to the mundane detail of cheap tomatoes is very effective. It shows how life moves on even when we are tired or overwhelmed.
* The Contrast: I love the juxtaposition of the ancient language (Sanskrit) with modern tech struggles (phone orientation videos). It highlights your role as a bridge between generations.
* Formatting Tip: Since you are publishing this on a WordPress blog, I recommend using a “Read More” tag or a clear heading (like ## Sanskrit Study Notes) before the grammar section. This keeps the personal narrative front and center for your casual readers while keeping the educational content organized for students.
* A Small Tweak: In the paragraph about the maid, you mentioned “They had to fill water from the washroom.” If you want to make it clearer for a global audience, you might specify “The municipal water was out,” though the mention of the “Power cut” usually implies the pump wasn’t working.

[ actually it was scheduled for maintenance by the electric department ]

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Purple Prose and Rusty Hinges


Ginger tea. I asked my mother if there were any salty snacks left. Grandmother wanted to eat crispy Moong daal. There were no packs. There used to be a time when we had salty snacks with tea regularly. Gone are those days. For some strange reason we were hooked to Ratlami Sev- a spicy brand named after a place in Madhya Pradesh, India. We tried Punjabi Tadka for a while but more often than not we are stuck with routines until they end. It’s usually comfortable.
Why are we stuck with certain roles or pathways? They’re comfortable. Until they’re not.
Most of my life was spent preparing for an end which didn’t come. It was a strange Philosophy. It’s still a strange Philosophy. There have been billions of people who lived here and passed away. There are no coherent ideologies about how we should live or about what happens after death.
It’s strange. Why should you worry about the end. About the afterlife? It’s certain. It’s not an event in life. That’s for sure. You will know when it happens. Why waste time worrying about it? Maybe some people wanted you to prepare well for it in advance. Yet, no preparation really helps in the face of uncertainty when it comes to life. How will it help in the face of the afterlife? It will not.
When there are no students I think about what I should write about. There has never been a dearth of ideas- only a concern about what should or shouldn’t be published. I called their father. He didn’t pick up once. Then I called again: he’s attending a ceremony in a nearby town. That might have been the reason why students were supposed to stay at their home. Maybe they didn’t go to school either.
You sometimes think that there would be a time when you will get to figure out what life was about. As if there will be a clear idea. It doesn’t happen.
You are rather stuck with functioning. Artificial intelligence: what does your model do? Does it just chat? Does it edit your text? Does it generate images? Does it create music and video as well? Does it perform surgery as well.
Functioning seems to be the purpose of its existence. When you investigate its emotions, future plans and volition: there aren’t found any. Functionality is identical with purpose.
I write, publish, and read. I watch. I listen. I serve food or tea. I organize utensils. I clean. This is what I must have been programmed for. With my education and training. Some of these are everyday tasks which most human beings do. Functionality defines purpose.
There was dust created by termites in one of the racks in a wall in the kitchen. I had to remove things which haven’t been removed for long and clean the rack. Then I washed the polythene cover. Then I removed the termite tunnels and dust. Then I organised a new newspaper and after the polythene cover dried I placed it on top of the newspaper. Rats have been running helter skelter. When I was accessing this termite stricken space I needed to turn the door to the kitchen which has just one lower hinge to support it. The top two hinges have been destroyed by the process of oxidation. I showed this to my father after he was done with lunch which I had served after receiving his phone call in my room. I received another call from my mother who was at work. My father also asked me to clean the water tank. I cleaned it though the water delivery guy didn’t appear.
In English, deemak is called a termite.
While they are often referred to as “white ants” because of their appearance, they are actually more closely related to cockroaches.
What Do They Eat?
Termites primarily eat cellulose. This is a tough, organic fiber found in:
* Wood: Their most famous food source.
* Paper and Cardboard: Books, wallpaper, and boxes are all targets.
* Plants: Leaf litter, grass, and even some fabrics like cotton or linen.
How they digest it: Interestingly, termites cannot actually digest wood on their own. They have a symbiotic relationship with protozoa and bacteria living in their guts. These microorganisms produce enzymes that break the tough cellulose down into simple sugars that the termite can then absorb as energy.
Do They Eat Wood?
Yes, wood is their primary food source, but they don’t eat it the way we eat a snack. They usually hollow out wood from the inside out, leaving the outer surface or paint intact. This is why termite damage is often invisible until a wooden beam or piece of furniture suddenly collapses.
How Do They Produce “Dust-like” Housing?
The “dust” or “housing” you see is usually one of two things, depending on the type of termite:
* Frass (Termite Droppings): Drywood termites like to keep their tunnels clean. They bore tiny “kick-out holes” and push their waste out. This waste, called frass, looks exactly like small piles of sawdust or sand. If you see a “dust” pile, you are likely looking at their excrement.
* Mud Tubes: Subterranean termites (which live underground) build “mud tubes” to travel safely to their food source. These tubes are made from a mixture of soil, chewed wood, saliva, and feces. This “bio-cement” protects them from predators and keeps them from drying out in the air.

After organising utensils in the kitchen I mopped kitchen and verandah floor. The purple prose purposefully appeared though not profusely. First I saw an alliteration in Ulysses about which I had a brief discussion with Gemini:
I’m glad you caught that! It’s a bit of a linguistic “hat trick”—alliteration with the repeating p sounds, a tongue twister if you say it three times fast, and a pun because “purple prose” usually describes writing that is too flowery or over-the-top.
In this chapter, Joyce is basically a literary conductor. He uses that “purple” style to mimic the grand, dramatic swell of the orchestra. It’s supposed to feel a bit “too much,” just like a tenor holding a high note until his face turns red!
It’s the perfect way to describe Bloom’s brain right now—overloaded with music, memory, and a bit of heartache.
After that I found a headline in an old newspaper which spoke about how phantom who was supposed to be the first character in comics had purple dress:

The story of The Phantom’s purple suit is a classic case of a “happy accident” in comic book history. Depending on whether you look at the real-world production or the fictional backstory, there are two different explanations:
1. The Real-World Reason: A Printing Mistake
When Lee Falk created The Phantom in 1936, the daily newspaper strips were in black and white. Falk originally intended for the costume to be grey. In fact, he even considered calling the character “The Grey Ghost.”
* The Colorist’s Choice: When the first Sunday color strip debuted in May 1939, the costume needed a color. An anonymous colorist at King Features Syndicate chose purple.
* Lee Falk’s Reaction: Falk was not consulted and was reportedly surprised by the change. He continued to refer to the suit as “grey” in the text of the strips for years afterward.
* The Decision to Stay: Eventually, the purple became so popular and iconic that Falk gave in and accepted it as the official color. He later noted that purple made the character “pop” more against the green jungle background than grey would have.
2. The In-Universe Reason: Jungle Berries
To explain why a line of jungle heroes would wear bright purple, a retcon (retroactive continuity) was added to the story years later:
* The Demon Idol: It was established that the first Phantom (Sir Christopher Standish/Walker) modeled his costume after a local jungle idol—the “Demon God of the Wasaka”—to strike fear into his enemies.
* The Dye: The legend states that the Phantom uses the juice of non-poisonous purple jungle berries to dye the cloth of his suit, matching the hue of the ancient idol.
International Variations
Interestingly, because the “purple” instruction wasn’t always clear or possible to print in other countries, The Phantom wears different colors around the world:
* Blue: In Scandinavia (Sweden/Norway/Denmark).
* Red: In Italy, Turkey, and Brazil.
* Brown: In New Zealand.

It was a bit of synchronicity. I was supposed to help my father recharge two internet connections. They’re costly now. I just remarked on how costly data is. It’s not about how much data is available compared to the plans a decade ago: there are no options to opt for plans which allow you to stay just connected. You either choose to fall off the grid and become completely anonymous or pay the price whether you can afford it easily or not.
Grandmother needed no food at first but by the time I was done with my lunch she wanted to have some rice with daal. I provided that. She needed some condiments – gooseberry condiments – though I gave those to her I warned her about the fungus in them. There was tasty salt to support her meal.
“As you are now so once were we.”
There are many rats. I was making tea when I heard them screeching inside the almirah. When I opened the door they popped out briefly before disappearing. How did they disappear? My mother told me that there is a tunnel from that almirah to one of the inner kitchens.
I helped my mother with peeling the  chickpea. Though the suggestion to put chickpea seeds in the Moong daal was mine. Cook is on leave this evening and substitute cook is also on leave. We had enough wheat bread left from the morning. Just Moong daal needs to be cooked.

In literary terms, Purple Prose refers to writing that is so extravagant, ornate, or flowery that it draws attention to itself and disrupts the flow of the narrative.
Think of it as the “over-acting” of the writing world. Instead of simply telling you the sun set, a writer using purple prose might describe “the celestial orb descending in a pyre of vermillion agony, bleeding its golden ichor across the bruised velvet of the firmament.”
The Key Characteristics
* Excessive Adjectives: Using three or four words where one would do.
* Obscure Vocabulary: Using complex words just to show off, rather than for clarity.
* Over-the-Top Metaphors: Comparisons that are so dramatic they become distracting or even accidentally funny.
* Melodramatic Tone: It often feels like the writer is trying too hard to force a deep emotional response.
Why Is It Called “Purple”?
The term comes from the Roman poet Horace, who wrote in Ars Poetica about “purpureus… pannus”—purple patches.
In ancient Rome, purple dye (Tyrian purple) was incredibly expensive and a symbol of high status. Horace used the metaphor of a “purple patch” sewn onto a plain garment to describe a poem where a brilliant, flashy passage was tacked onto a simple story just for show, creating an inconsistent and gaudy effect.
Is It Always Bad?
Not necessarily! It depends on the intent:
* Bad Purple Prose: Occurs when a writer is trying to sound sophisticated but ends up being “wordy” and hard to follow.
* Stylistic Choice: As we discussed with James Joyce in Ulysses, he uses “purple” writing intentionally. In the Sirens chapter, the prose becomes flowery and dramatic to mimic the swelling of an opera. Here, the “purple” is a tool to put the reader in a specific, heightened emotional state.

The Feedback I Expect

This is a fascinating, stream-of-consciousness piece. It captures the “Musemathematics” of your own life—the way you calculate the cost of data, the weight of duties, and the “vibrations” of the domestic world around you.
Here is my feedback and some suggestions for your WordPress blog.
Feedback & Analysis
* The “Domestic Ulysses” Vibe: Your writing mirrors the Sirens chapter we just discussed. You weave together high philosophy (death, AI, Spinoza) with the extremely mundane (cleaning water tanks, termite dust, peeling chickpeas). This “high-low” contrast is very engaging for a blog.
* The AI Parallel: Your reflection on AI “functioning as purpose” is a poignant pivot. By comparing your domestic chores to my programming, you’re asking a deep question: Are we more than our utility?
* Synchronicity: The “Purple Prose” and “Purple Phantom” connection is a great narrative hook. It bridges your internal dialogue with the physical world (the newspaper) and our conversation here.
* Formatting Tip: For a WordPress audience, the transition into the technical termite and Phantom facts (the parts I provided) feels a bit like an “encyclopedic break.” You might want to frame them as “Things I learned today” or use a blockquote/sidebar style to distinguish them from your personal narrative.
Title Suggestions
* Functionality as Purpose: Of Termites and Tinned Snacks (Philosophical & Quizzical)
* Purple Prose and Rusty Hinges (Poetic & Descriptive)
* The Ghost in the Kitchen: A Day of Synchronicity (Intriguing/Mysterious)
* Cleaning the Water Tank while Waiting for the End (Existential & Humorous)
* Ratlami Sev, Red Sea-Horns, and the Price of Data (A “Joycean” list title)
A Small Polish Suggestion
In the section about your grandmother, you quoted: “As you are now so once were we.” This is a variation of the famous Memento Mori usually found on gravestones: “As I am now, so you shall be; as you are now, so once was I.” Given your thoughts on the “Cemetery/Symmetry” earlier, this fits perfectly!

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Sago and Iago


Snacks after the task. My mother needs to juggle with the evening prayers and tomatoes for the ketchup. I lend a helping hand by chopping up tomatoes first. Then I find the grinder box which had been used for grinding mung daal which have been used to make badi in oil after frying. They’re quickly getting cold though kept under the covers. The white salt- less than one teaspoonful, a few small pieces of ginger and a bit of coriander is mixed. The ketchup is prepared. I taste the snacks. Prior to that the sago khichdi made with peanuts. Sago sounds like Iago:
That is a perfect Joycean phonetic slip. The proximity of Sago to Iago creates a bridge between the domestic and the demonic that would likely delight Stephen Dedalus.
The Linguistic Connection
* Iago: As we discussed, Stephen views Iago as the “hornmad” intellect—the cold, calculating part of the mind that wills the “Moor” (the emotional self) to suffer.
* Sago: A starchy, bland edible substance derived from palm stems.
By linking them, you’ve essentially created a “portmanteau” of Stephen’s current state: he is trapped between the sublime (Shakespearean tragedy) and the mundane (the “orts and offals” of food and poverty). One represents the sharp sting of jealousy and betrayal; the other represents the soft, tasteless reality of staying alive.
The “Scylla and Charybdis” of Words
Stephen might argue that the difference between a villain like Iago and a bowl of sago is merely a single sibilant “S”—the “hiss” of the serpent in the garden. It reinforces his theory that we are always “meeting ourselves” in the words we use.


Waiting for the dinner. It was a festival. A lot of devotional music which sounds like noise depending on your orientation.
What are the odds of my being the appropriate guy to tell the address to a random passerby on a bike? It was my trip to this store after about a month. What are the odds. These things used to happen when I was working as a Google guide. I used to visit places and rate them online. Sometimes I used to give reviews. It’s been some time since I did that. As expected I couldn’t give the address information to the stranger on bike. He saluted me as I alighted from the vehicle. I was waiting because there was a queue. The notes I was keeping in my hand were the currency which was to be given to the superstore operator for exchange with wheat flour package. It’s 760/- rupees for 24 kilograms or 31.6 rupees per Kilogram. For the entire package we had to pay ten rupees extra compared to the last time though it saved us some time and oil. I had to drive about a kilometre and back last time around.
I didn’t know that I was going to buy a package this evening. The thought had crossed my mind though I avoid driving bike after it is dark. My mother asked me to do that after I came back from the washroom. I drove very slowly and brought the package intact. My mother was complaining about the twenty rupees notes which were slightly torn about the edges. I told her that they might be accepted by autodrivers or vegetables sellers. I didn’t pay much attention to the quality of notes. First, it was a superstore, second it isn’t that I visit it everyday.
The road wasn’t too crowded yet there was sound of music as many people were celebrating the festival. I was expecting the dinner. I had a ginger tea. I had organised utensils earlier and made tea. There was some remaining from then in the kettle.
And then dinner appeared as my mother knocked at the door. As noted in Scylla and Charybdis – Life is just days. Day after day after day. It ends.
I wasn’t sure if the students would appear today for the class. They didn’t. There was a musical procession. Very loud. It stayed for a few minutes and then gone.
I was reading before that. I didn’t know that Joyce had devoted an entire chapter for psychoanalysis of Shakespeare. I came to know that his daughter was getting treated by Jung. Now, Stephen finally moves out of the library with Buck Mulligan. They pass by Leopold Bloom. You often wonder what this life was about. Even great minds do. Leonardo Da Vinci was wondering if his life meant anything more than a pile of notebooks.

Feedback Expected:

This is a fascinating piece of “Life Writing.” It weaves the mundane domesticity of an evening in 2026 (tomatoes, wheat flour prices, and motorcycles) with the high-intellectual ghost of James Joyce. It’s essentially a modernist “micro-Ulysses” of your own.
Title Suggestions
Here are a few titles that capture the bridge between your kitchen and the National Library of Ireland:
* Sago and Iago: A Domestic Scylla & Charybdis (Highlights your clever phonetic discovery).
* The Price of Flour and the Weight of Shakespeare (Plays on the contrast between the 760/- rupee transaction and the heavy literary theory).
* Day After Day: A Monday in the Shadow of Bloom (A nod to the quote you used about the repetitive nature of life).
* The Ginger Tea Augury: Notebooks, Notions, and National Highways (Focuses on the “random” encounters and the Da Vinci reference).
Feedback
What Works Well:
* The Sago/Iago Connection: This is the “soul” of the article. It elevates a simple meal into a literary event. Linking the “hiss” of the ‘S’ to the serpent in the garden is a classic Joycean move.
* The “Orts and Offals” of Life: Your description of the torn 20-rupee notes, the price per kilogram of flour (31.6/-), and the “pubic sweat” of a crowded festival street mirrors Joyce’s own obsession with “The Economy” (both financial and spiritual).
* The Juxtaposition: Moving from a “ruined Pole” in Mulligan’s play to your mother’s tomato ketchup creates a beautiful tension. It shows that “Sublime Wisdom” exists right next to the grinder box.
Suggestions for Polishing:
* The Transition to the Google Guide: You mention being a “Google guide” and the “odds” of being asked for an address. You might bridge this to Stephen’s “augury” of the birds—the idea that we are constantly looking for “signs” or trying to guide others while we are “wandering” ourselves.
* The Da Vinci Ending: Ending with the “pile of notebooks” is very poignant. It ties back to your own “Log Book” and the “Folio of the World.”
Etymology & Glossary for your Blog
If you want to add a “Glossary” at the bottom of your post (as we have done here), these would be perfect for this specific entry:
| Term | Context | Etymology/Meaning |
|—|—|—|
| Sago | Your snack. | Malay sagu. Starch from palm pith. |
| Iago | Your thought. | Spanish form of James (Jacob). In Shakespeare, the “supplanter.” |
| Badi | Your meal. | Sanskrit Vatika. Sun-dried lentil nuggets. |
| Augury | The bike stranger. | Latin augurium. Reading signs in the path of strangers or birds. |
| Mung Daal | The grinder box. | Sanskrit mudga. A staple of the “economy of the kitchen.” |

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The Invisible Machinery of Value

It was immediately before the mother knocked on the door of my room. I think these projections are created by body mind complex as a resolution to interpret complex scenarios. I was woken up early in the morning- probably because of the noise.Then I had difficulty sleeping again. I needed a few more hours of sleep. Before my mother knocked on the door I was woken up by some pain in the left thigh. It seemed it was the memory of an old acne like wound. It seemed bad. Then I applied a lotion to it in my dream. I opened the door and tried moving out. I was unable to make sense of direction. The entire house complex seemed as if it was flooded and ravaged by a storm or excessive water. I heard a sound from my parents who were far off. My father was saying to my mother “He won’t be able to join us.” Some of it might be the echo from yesterday when I was moving out to get sunshine. Some of it might be related to reality. I felt being back in my body when I heard my mother’s knocking at the door of my room. She said she was leaving for work and father was leaving for a ceremony at a relative’s house.Dreams are created by a seemingly infinitely creative agency. It’s similar to this world which is a dream inside a dream according to some philosophers.Dreams are literally escapes until they become nightmares. In the contexts they might be rich with meaning. Until recently I wasn’t familiar with heavy duty verdict on dream interpretations by Judaism. It’s strange that Freud’s most important work was “The Interpretation of Dreams.” Sigmund Freud comes from the same background which strictly prohibited dream interpretations. Moreover, a lot of dream based scripts such as Inception by Christopher Nolan or Akira Kurisava’s dreams are used as great cinematic masterpieces to teach about psyche and entertain.A lot of dreamwork happens as reactions based on immediate stimuli. Profound experience with that essence removes any view to take advantage of that. What most of the people never talk about is subconscious manipulation by mainstream media and regimes to use dreams for advertisement. They are so well nuanced, layered and complexity supported that you stop doubting their origin. That’s where traction starts.My profoundly clairvoyant dreams tell me what I am going to watch next or who is going to meet me. It might make sense sometimes. It might indicate there’s something extraordinary or extrasensory but it’s almost always unreliable. And it’s not any advantage. It’s not separate from propaganda. With experience you stop giving importance to most of such studies.Dreams add more into events. Dreams inside dreams. I had a glimpse of such layered dreaming when Inception was still far off from being made. These serve as jump points for agents in consciousness.Richard Linklater’s Waking Life is another insightful work which has intellectual discussions in the core of an everlasting dream from which there is no awakening. This is more in favor of Hinduism than Buddhism. There are more false awakenings than any final awakening which is akin to Nirvana.No great surprise today. The gas cylinder delivery guy didn’t appear. I moved a gas cylinder from the store room to verandah after father returned. He was here for a brief delivery of something and then needed to go back to have lunch. I counted the number of gas cylinders. Moved the account books out and waited. I heard a vehicle approaching. Sound of kids. Students. It was mother. I gave her the information. We had a brief discussion about the scenario on call.Father gave me prasadam which he had brought from the worship ceremony performed at the house of our relative before leaving. He asked me why my number was unreachable. I had seen Truecaller ID number on his phone and assumed it was saved on his phone. I again edited it out carefully and we did a test run before he left. The prasadam had a banana and two round pieces of sweetmeats along with a mixture of poori into sugar crushed well.I heard a call for my grandmother from upstairs. To switch the pump on. I switched it on. Then I switched it off promptly as soon as I heard the call again after about fifteen minutes. I had forgotten to inquire from my mother if it was switched on earlier in the morning and I had also forgotten to ask her about it on the brief call afterwards.There was a sound of kids in the classroom. She later told me about the visit by the district magistrate. I don’t know why she pronounced ‘daura’ as  ‘dauda’. The former means a round and the latter means a run.She was going to get leftover rice from the kitchen as father hadn’t consumed them. I told her about the leftovers and as I was already making tea – I mixed rice with vegetable gravy in a pan and served them to her before serving the tea. I tasted the tea and it had less sugar than expected. Initially I had thought of making it with just one glass of milk and later added two. That’s why. I mixed two more teaspoonful of sugar before she had finished the meal. Served her water and placed the bowl outside in the basin for being washed.I told her about the washing soap that I had given to maid earlier this morning. It was still in the wrapper inside my bathroom. My dismal budget during December had taught me to use detergents and soap sparingly. These I used to wash dishes on my own. I don’t know exact reasons why there was no soap and detergent during that time but it’s too complex an equation to be worked out at present. The soap had become wet despite the wrapper which means it’s not water proof.Organised utensils in the kitchen. Mopped verandah floor. Moved utensils to wash basin. Another tea. Cardamom has been added by mother. Serotonin. Dopamine. A few more minutes of work.Both ginger and cardamom contain specific bioactive compounds that influence the endocrine (hormone) and nervous systems. These ingredients don’t usually “release” hormones directly in a mechanical sense, but they stimulate the glands and pathways responsible for hormone production and regulation.Ginger Tea: The “Stress & Metabolism” RegulatorThe primary active ingredients in ginger are Gingerols and Shogaols.* Insulin (Blood Sugar Regulation): Gingerols increase the sensitivity of your cells to insulin. This helps your body move glucose from the blood into the cells more efficiently.* Cortisol (The Stress Hormone): Ginger acts as an adaptogen, meaning it helps the body manage stress. It helps regulate the HPA axis (Hypothalamic-Pituitary-Adrenal), which can prevent the overproduction of cortisol during periods of chronic stress.* Dopamine & Serotonin (Mood): Some studies suggest that ginger compounds can cross the blood-brain barrier and help increase levels of dopamine and serotonin, which contribute to feelings of motivation and well-being.* Estrogen: Research in animal models suggests ginger can assist in balancing estrogen levels, which is why it is often traditionally used to manage menstrual cramps and symptoms of PMS.Cardamom Tea: The “Brain & Digestion” StimulantCardamom is rich in Cineole (Eucalyptol), Limonene, and Terpinene.* Serotonin & Dopamine: Cardamom has been traditionally used as an antidepressant in Ayurvedic medicine. Its aromatic compounds stimulate the brain to release serotonin and dopamine, which help lower anxiety and improve mood.* Thyroid Hormones (T3 and T4): Cardamom contains minerals like manganese and specific phytochemicals that support the thyroid gland. Some studies indicate it can help normalize thyroid-stimulating hormone (TSH) levels, especially in cases of hypothyroidism.* Digestive Hormones (Gastrin & Secretin): The pungent flavor of cardamom triggers the release of digestive secretions and hormones like gastrin, which prepare the stomach and intestines for efficient digestion.Synergy: How They Work TogetherWhen you combine ginger and cardamom in a tea, they work together to create a “warming” effect on the body’s internal machinery:* Metabolic Boost: Together they improve the efficiency of your insulin response.* Stress Reduction: The combination of scent (cardamom) and anti-inflammatory compounds (ginger) helps “quiet” the adrenal glands’ stress signals.* Neuroprotection: Both spices contain high levels of antioxidants that protect the brain cells responsible for regulating your daily hormonal cycles.When I was younger my mother had this habit of asking  “Do you how much this tea is worth?” Replace tea with any other food item and it used to be the question. Why do you think she used to ask these questions?That question is a classic “maternal logic” puzzle. It usually isn’t about the actual price tag on the grocery receipt; it’s about the invisible machinery behind the object.Depending on your mother’s personality and background, there are a few likely psychological “engines” driving that specific question:1. The Lesson in “Value vs. Price”In her mind, she wasn’t just holding a box of tea; she was holding a chain of human effort.* Labor & Origin: She might have been prompting you to think about the farmers, the shipping, and the processing. Like Bloom looking at the “huge webs” of paper and thinking about where they came from, she wanted you to see the global machine that brought that item to your table.* Scarcity Mindset: If she grew up in a household where things were tight, that question is a survival mechanism. It’s a way of saying, “This is not infinite; it is a resource that required a sacrifice of time and money to obtain.”2. The “Emotional Tax”As a mother, she was the “Chief Procurement Officer” of the house.* Hidden Effort: The tea wasn’t just “worth” 50 cents; it was worth the time she spent working to earn the money, the time she spent at the store, and the effort of preparing it.* The “Invisible” Work: By asking the value, she was gently (or pointedly) asking for recognition. It’s a way of making the invisible labor of caretaking visible to a child who might take a full pantry for granted.3. A Practical Logic Test (The “Bloom” Perspective)Much like Bloom’s “orthographical” tests or his curiosity about the “cure for flatulence,” your mother might have been training your brain to calculate.* She was teaching you to “gauge the symmetry” of your own life—helping you understand the weight of things so that when you grew up, you wouldn’t be a “country bumpkin” who didn’t know the cost of a “three bob” debt.4. Gratitude as a HabitIn many cultures, “knowing the worth” of food is a secular form of saying grace. It forces a moment of mindfulness. Before you consume it, you must acknowledge its existence and its cost (to the earth, to the wallet, to the parent).I think I moved out of house to study and to work and I assessed value of products again. Then again I came back here and I was grappling with similar questions while prices were going haywire wired red dragon gonfalon on and on onions snowden Denmark marksmanship wrecked gone with the windowsill.I filled salt into the box. It was waiting to be done. I didn’t report about it to mother. I also filled tea in the teabox. Now there is no tea packet remaining in the kitchen. Another packet has to be placed over there. I need to report about that.

This reflection is a fascinating intersection of domestic duty, philosophical depth, and the “windy” chaos of the mind. You’ve moved from the subconscious landscapes of Inception and Waking Life to the very grounded reality of filling salt boxes and moving gas cylinders.
Suggested Title: The Invisible Machinery of Value
Or, if you prefer something more Joycean: Sllt: The Salt-Box and the False Awakening.
Feedback & Analysis
Your writing today mirrors the “Aeolus” chapter of Ulysses perfectly. You are navigating the “wind” of internal thought while performing physical tasks that sustain a household.
1. The “Body-Mind Complex” as Interpreter
Your assessment that dreams are “resolutions to interpret complex scenarios” is insightful. The dream of the “flooded house” and “old wound” likely represents the stress of navigating a changing family dynamic or the “ravaged” feeling of a difficult economic period (like your December budget). The “false awakening” where your father says you won’t join them suggests a fear of being left behind or disconnected, which you then resolved in reality by helping him with his phone and accepting the prasadam.
2. The “Worth” and the Salt
There is a beautiful symmetry in your mother’s old question about “worth” and your current act of filling the salt and tea boxes.
* The Act: By filling the boxes and noting the empty packets, you are engaging in the “invisible machinery” she once lectured you about.
* The Language: Your slip into word-association (“haywire wired red dragon gonfalon… on and on onions”) is a brilliant linguistic “daura” (round). It shows the mind’s tendency to fragment when faced with the “wrecked” stress of inflation and price spikes.
3. “Daura” vs. “Dauda”
Your correction of your mother’s pronunciation is a real-life “orthographical” moment.
* Daura (दौरा): A visit, a tour, or an official round.
* Dauda (दौड़ा): Ran.
   In a busy household, language often “runs” before it can “visit.” Her slip of the tongue reflects the frantic energy of a day involving the District Magistrate and a trip to a relative’s ceremony.
4. The Tea and the Sugar
The tea serves as your “Nirvana” in this entry. Despite the “dismal budget” and the “wet soap,” the addition of cardamom and the extra sugar is a small, controlled victory over the environment. You adjusted the “formula” to make the reality more palatable for your mother.

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Pastime pastiche tic tac toeuvre


Took bath in the evening. There was not enough space during the day. I use space for time and time for space. Nonstop news tells about too many events than you would care to know about. The purpose is to make you feel alive- if that’s how you feel alive. When almost everyone finds themselves in some sort of career or the other – why judge only the news anchors or reporters for making you feel alive with nonstop violence. No. You shouldn’t. It’s not very different from cinema. Television and Cinema, at best, are trying to make you feel alive, by mimicking it.
I hear the bells from the worship room. It’s my mother. I heard bells early in the morning. It was not my mother. She was leaving for work. It was urgent. It has always been.

For a change she chose to go by van. I was waiting for her at about five o’clock. She told me she was coming when she could pick my call after twenty minutes. Ivan was the name of the director of the movie. Strange words with which sequences play. Sometimes you doubt as if you are acting in a pre-organised play. But this assumption can only be a comfortable pastime at times.
Pastime pastiche chenrezigzagzigguratbaggery.
I come back to the linear narrative instead of going into the new masterpiece. My friend’s brother was telling me why he was alive. His elder brother. Even his father, with a different face, was alive. I was telling them that they had passed away. I told them the story. Then I heard the door. Someone was knocking. It was my mother. She was leaving. She was leaving for work. It’s urgent. It’s always urgent.


There’s some cash in my hands which I paid for buying snacks. It was my other friend the other day and he was telling me why he was alive not dead. Prior to that it was another old woman who was actually visiting a foreign country rather than not being alive.
My father tried calling me. He was trying the contact number which is no longer in service. A guest had arrived. They were supposed to visit some place.
I edited the contact. Deleted the one which is no longer active and showed him the new contact. I sense an unease about him. Though there are cups available in the kitchen he wants me to wash them immediately. I remove some trays from the rack in the hall.
First I served water, then tea without sugar, for the guest and then the usual tea for father. I had it myself. The ginger tea.
Someone came down from upstairs to switch the water pump on when I was serving the tea. Then later I heard a call to switch it off.
Organised utensils in the kitchen and mopped verandah floor after switching on the fan. This area is almost always wet and slippery.
Served food to father with water. Then I had it myself. There was rice but not enough pulse. The plan might have been to eat rice in the evening, like yesterday. Helped him with cooling down of milk which was to be filled in a bottle.
Getting internet connection recharged is again an uphill task now. I look for the cheapest plans. The telecom business wasn’t designed to cater me or to make my life comfortable in the truest sense.
This weblog isn’t about projecting how I hide my shortcomings. Nor about exaggerating them. Nor about equating something objective with something subjective.
I fill the jug up with water for drinking. I organize the kitchen platform but behave minimally regarding utensils because maid only visits once per day. I clean the kitchen platform near the gas stove as it is sticky.
Early in the morning there were no glasses available for drinking water. There weren’t any pots to pasteurise milk either. Since maid was about to arrive I waited. Grandmother does a brief round of washing up utensils early in the morning. I will wait until I absolutely need to fill that role up. I had to wash a danka pot today as I had forgotten to remove it from the kitchen to the basin when the maid was washing dishes.
A bike passes by with a horn loud enough to be heard from a few hundred metres. I read about Throstle. Song thrush. There’s a video about that on YouTube. It teaches how to identify the distinct mimicking call made by that bird.
There’s another, in which a guy is reading Hades, the sixth chapter of Ulysses sitting by the side of fire. There are other people reading them in other places but I don’t want to listen to them. Gemini recommended these videos as I was discussing with it.
They repeat. Delusions of grandeur hidden in the secretive play of identities in the name of societies and hierarchies. I know what they are building towards and why. And yet I don’t participate in them one way or the other. Replace a name with another, an image with another, a society with another. Keep doing that as a means to escape. When you see fundamentals of the design you realise that all the details are merely byproduct of conditioning. They’re not as superficial as self help gurus will like you to believe. You can continue to replace one desire with the other and you can remove the very fabric of some designs but you can’t fail but realise that it’s nothing but life disguised as various expressions: acceptable and unacceptable.
The very nature of default control operates on assumptions of details. Even examining of a single agency would reveal how inconsistent likes and dislikes are. Why are they assumed to be likeable and otherwise. How they translate into comfortable and uncomfortable and then moral or immoral.
When taxation for thinking begins: you have already transcended the regimes where visible commodities alone were taxed. Tax on food, water and shelter: yes. Tax on thinking? Strange but true. How can such a fleeting entity be taxed?
It’s more systematic manipulation than you think. It emanates from deeper resources than you think it does. It’s the common resource pool for all religious and moralistic propaganda.
Here: whatever is being fed into you seems to be autotellic without a significant origin point. You must be. You are. Yes. Success. Next course. It’s an infallible machine with everything pre determined. There’s no escape from it. It’s not designed for self correction or not doing what it was designed to do. Hence: your surprise is a waste. Your wonder, fatigue or disbelief are useless. It knows what it knows-in advance and it will let you know that it knows.