11 May, 9.50pm.
I was taking a stroll around, with my dog.
Suddenly my phone blinked.
‘One new Whatsapp message.’
There is this group we have there, ‘Jobless a**h*les’
(asterisks to make it look less offensive).
Vicky- man, one of my maternal uncles is hospitalised.
These people have hit him up real bad. I am super tensed.
Hem- sh*t. The same party people have threatened my
dad as well, and then when we turned up to vote, they hit me up, too. You
already know.
Arpita- these guys are despo to win the election
already. There is this clash going on near my house as well.
Weird! They give us the right to vote and then take
us through this hell-isque path of where They Want Us To Vote.
These above mentioned people are like me, of my age.
First
Voters. And they already know what dirt it is in politics.
Vicky’s uncle, Hem’s dad was bitten up.
Reason- they don’t support the party that is
recently taking pride in being on the newspapers for beating people up,
hospitalising some, and killing many.
And then today, 12th may, I DID vote. I
mean, after these three months of going through the trouble of visiting the
District Magistrate office with my voter card that spells my name TOTALLY wrong
and then being returned saying ‘come after the elections get over’, I did vote.
Weird!
And they talk big of taking care of the gen-Y people.
LOL! They can’t even spell our name correctly, let alone rectify that, pre-election.
Right now, I sit here with this blue mark on my
finger that calls me a ‘Responsible citizen’. I would take much pride in
calling myself, not one. Obviously the one I voted for, if that party wins,
will surely change to the stereotype politician. I mean that’s what the
pessimistic and the realistic me predicts and states.
And they say, ‘We create our government.’
Ignorant people!
Totally out of the topic, but I would like to share.
Months back I visited this seminar. There, a
prominent lady told me, "Tapatrisha, you should join politics. India needs young
people to bring in change."
I still remember my answer," Ma’am, my family would
never want me to join politics. To them, politics means ONLY throwing chairs
and tables and often pepper spray at each other, in the parliament."
She just smiled, and left.
