Well, in class they taught us these drugs are 'prodrugs' — like buying a locked tin; your liver's enzymes have to turn the key to unlock the medicine. But my life says: in my auntie's shop, if the tin opener is bent (like a slow CYP2D6 gene), the tin stays shut, no matter how fancy the biscuits inside! So for some patients, their genetic 'tin opener' is broken, and the drug just doesn't work thek nai.

Karnataka PUC supplementary exam is for guys like me who failed many subjects, I failed four — it's a second chance in July, but the repeater route means repeating the whole year if you fail more than two. Honestly, in my village, if you fail four like I did, everyone says just take the repeater class. But the real thing from my life? My father says we can't afford another year of books and fees, so I'm working in my uncle's fields now. The 'obvious' answer is to study and reappear, but when your family needs your hands, the repeater route just feels like a dream that's thek nai.

Saw the Leipzig match on the little TV behind my counter, aso. It reminded me of our village football final last week, when the keeper saved a penalty and old Mr. Ao spilled his tea all over my new packet of 'Magic Masala' noodles. The noise there, must be like your standing terraces.

Found a Korean ramyeon packet in my biscuit tin stock, must be from that tourist last month. Tasted it with my evening tea – aso, too much spice for my Naga palate! But it got me thinking: if we can get such flavours from across the world, why can't every village shop afford a proper tin roof before monsoon?