"ABVP get lost, get lost, get lost"- kinda distracted me from shomu's lecture i was totally paying attention to (i swear). This year's campaign was something else all together. For one, there weren't any ugly random faces stuck on every wall and rickshaw of our beloved university. There were no printed hoardings and posters with miracles of photoshop trying to steal every vote from the uni.
Yes, the no strict manifesto policy this year. Though i wonder if it saved them any money from all the alcohol they give away. Also the effort of all the canditate's pimps who stood at the college gate, metro stations, canteens, giving out handwritten pieces of papeer saying- Ballot number la la, vote for la la. Thousands and thousands of handwritten notes saying the same thing carpetted college and i made a mental trip on how much time and patience it took these fellas to do all of that. Mind you, in great handwriting.
Honestly, do i care about ABVP or NSUI. They're the salman and shahrukh of the election scene. I've heard what SFI and AISA had to say, i mean they're all driven and shit. Nonetheless they only come across as the sad khadi wearing, bhagat singh followers getting no where. Of course they had the funniest campaigning speeches where this 'dabangg' woman said 'saathiyon' after every 4 words. And so many random dummy candidates trying to fill in with the whole attendance condition this time. They stood there, all scandalized and nervous with a class full of 'kirorians' staring at them, like Arjuna, trying to look all focused at the eye of the bird and shit. But, there is always a Lord Krishna with them- without fail, the intelligent looking one who does all the talking, beating, eating, but didnt eat his way into attendance. He makes a small speech about the same thing i've heard for three years- girls hostel, bus routes, fee hike.. la la la, ah! and a new addition this time- the commonwealth hostel accomodation crisis of this year. Seemed like the hail mary of all the speeches. Yes, so where were we. Shomu's class- where all that came to mind was "i wish they waste more time".
They came and went.
In another ten minutes, i hear "NSUI ka bol bala, ABVP ka muh kala". And i swear they made it sound like anus-u-i. More random people, wasting more time. I sat doodling with my pen on a 'vote for ballot number 5', handwritten of course- and it suddenly made me miss last year's campaign when they gave out cool little notepads and pens which made life so much easier for i-dont-carry-a-bag-to-college people like myself.
Election day-
I wake up a wee bit earlier than usual and walk to college proudly on a carpet of colored chits of paper saying stuff that no one remembers. I am greeted at the gate by buff, very tall, intimidating men i havent seen ever- surrounding me from all sides, like leeches saying something of which i could only fathom words like- "madam, ABVP, ballot, hello ji".
I see many aquaintances scattered in spots discussing the misery of the having to present an ID for voting, which none of us kirorians care to get made. A random party pimp helps me to get mine made, at the promise of me voting for them. Many don't care enough to even go through THAT.
I go into the poll room.
I press buttons, here and there. I vote for the party i had decided upon long before the campaign even started. I wont name the party, of course.
I come out, pick up a random smooth looking chit- reads-"vote support and elect _____"
I tear it in half. Reads- "vote support ele"
i make a roach out of it, roll some pot. It stares back at me from the transparent sheet of rolling paper i cloathed it in. Reads- 'vot".
Yes, 'vot'.. what?
I smoke it. I go back home.
ABVP won.
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