Friday, May 1, 2009

i did not vote...



Inspite of the lead india campaign...inspite of the JAAGO VOTER JAAGO campaigns by electronic & print media...i didnt vote
Please dont punish me with that sarcastic look...i did go to the polling booth...stood their undecisively for a while & then after finding out that there is absolutely no one in the long list of candidates who deserves my trust & vote...i started to walk back. Suddenly an sms reminded me that i can go & register my opinion & exercise my 'lack of choice' option by filling certain forms & completing some formalities. I was not so sure as soon as i heard those dreadful words like 'forms' & 'formalities'. More so, i was afraid to face a goverrrrnment official having as long, meaningful (in my current state of hitch ) & impressive a post as "Returning officer'. All my fears evaporated as soon as i reached in front of his office. There was a long, a very long Q of so many my kind of people who were bent upon to register their opinion...come what may. Their was grit written all over their faces...kind of determinaton which i have never seen all my life...not at least for a social cause, that is. The scorching heat & lack of water didnt seem to matter to those who were there in the Q & i thought YES..YES..YES at last India is changing & changing really not through media hogwash but through its citizens.
As i garnered enough courage to stand in the Q to cast my 'doubt vote', i overheard the animated discussions that were doing the rounds...the crux of which, as gathered by my clever & witty mind, was this :
THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO ONE THAT ONE CAN TRUST IN THIS COUNTRY & POLITICIANS MIGHT BE ON THE TOP OF THE LIST BUT ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES WHOM YOU DO NOT TRUST.
i quickly left the Q without voting, as now i was unable to bear the hate...mind you HATE & not the HEAT that was gulping me visiously. i thought of gulping down something really cool & Beer seemed to be the best option. After a few glasses of chilled Beer...the solution to my uneasyness came up like those tingling bubbles come up naughtily in a Beer glass. Here is my solution which gives me solace, if not peace :
I CANT TRUST ANYONE FOR THE JOB COZ I DONT TRUST MYSELF. I KNOW ME...MAN IS BAD KASE.. & EVERYONE ELSE OUT THERE IS NO BETTER THAN ME. THE LENGTH OF THE Q GIVES ME THE MUCH NEEDED EMPATHY.
Stop wondering about that chilled Beer on a election day or dry day, to be more precise. It can be managed...after all this is India.

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