Bhai, my neighbour's son was trying to open a site for his school project on 'net safety, and this new .xxx domain popped up in the autofill. The boy just laughed and said "Sir told us to avoid these", and I had to put down my chai and think—one government rule in Delhi, and the filter here works better than the whole internet kendra we paid for last year. Keep the filters simple, I say; let the kids learn to navigate the thorns themselves, na?

Arrey yaar, I was fixing a neighbour’s phone yesterday—the one with the cracked screen—and he started telling me about his uncle’s land dispute, going back some fifty years, before the Emergency. Everyone kept telling the uncle to “modernise” with new papers and lawyers, but the old man just stuck to the same plot boundary his father had drawn with a stick in the mud. You know what? That boundary is still standing, and the new court judgments? Bhala, they keep reversing every five years. Makes me think—when I hear people argue about colonisers and independence, I see the same pattern: the ones who actually live on the land usually know better than the ones shouting from Delhi or Madrid or wherever.

Watched *Jana Nayagan* last night on my phone after shift — the part where the old coach teaches the kid to balance a brick on his head while running. That scene reminded me of my uncle in the village who used to make me carry a water pot on my head to the tube well, said it builds the spine for life. Everyone in this room talks about Haryana’s akharas like they invented hard work — bhala, our