The author humorously declares that elections are detrimental to his health and a nightmare for the Indian middle class. The lofty ideals of democracy clash with the practical realities of daily life, such as the absence of domestic help due to the elections. The author's household is thrown into disarray when their maid, Phulwanti, goes to vote, disrupting the family's routine. Friends and neighbors also face similar problems, with maids, barbers, and other essential workers leaving to vote, causing businesses to slow down. The author's wife, a defender of constitutional values, is horrified when the author tries to ensure their driver can vote, highlighting the lengths people go to during elections. The author reflects on the potential for even greater chaos if the 'One Nation, One Election' policy is implemented, predicting that the middle class will suffer the most. He concludes that the engine of democracy will run on a synchronized track, leaving the middle class to deal with the aftermath.