A lot of things happened in the past few months. First, my father broke two of his toes in succession. The first time, he slipped on brick crumbs, and had to get to the hospital. When that toe got better, he slipped again. My mother called a pundit who did a yajna to ward off evil spirits, however, she could have simply purchased him another pair of slippers if you ask me.
Second, my Naniji developed clots in her brain. No, it was not fatal, only that she forgot how to pronounce multi syllable words, which was okay, since she was not pronouncing those anyway. I was more concerned about my own mother, she being a diabetic, still had to go to the local hospital amid Covid19 community transition phase, which would have been serious, provided nobody gives a fuck about wearing mask, which the supreme leader has commanded right from the pulpit of man ki baat. People are selective while listening to the supreme leader: they ignore all the responsibilities assigned to them while inhaling Islamophobia through every hole in their body. Talking about inhaling, the Indian media is inhaling some rare shit these days. Republic and co. have moved to another stage of project radio Rawanda, and they have been slapped with a civil case.
Then recently, my mother fell from the stairs and her knee swelled to the size of a tortoise shell. Since she is diabetic, it will take eons to heal. At present, she is stuck with crepe bandage and homeopathy. And I am stuck in the kitchen because my brother, pretty much like, John Snow, knows nothing, except for one thing, coding. But it’s not all bad. I am getting better at cooking.
In the middle of this tragic eternity, I also had to appear for UGC NET. I only knew 10 out of 100 questions, so I used guesswork for the rest. I don’t think I will be pursuing PhD. I have also developed back problem because of sitting in the chair for so long, and my eyes are worse then ever. I can’t risk another 4 years. At most, I’ll try for NET, join a college and prepare for general competition.