Mrinal Chatterjee
Finally the elections are over. The biggest democracy in the world completed its second-longest electoral process, which was held in seven phases spread over one and a half months in the hottest summer in living memory. Phew! Now the netas, abhinetas-turned netas, party workers aspiring to be future netas and all others directly associated with the election process have heaved a sigh of relief. Everyone is waiting for the results.
Waiting for election results is like being in a never-ending suspense movie, but with more snacks and fewer car chases. The night starts with confident predictions and heated debates. Your friend who "totally understands how India votes" explains it for the tenth time, and you nod along, secretly lost.
The TV blares with pundits analyzing every sneeze a candidate ever had. “Is sneezing a sign of weakness?” one asks. “Does it sway voters?” Meanwhile, the results trickle in, initially slower than a snail on a lazy Sunday. Gradually it picks momentum and at one time rains like it does in shravan. Social media is a frenzy of memes, hot takes, and your aunt’s conspiracy theories about lizard people voting twice.
As the clock ticks past midnight, snacks dwindle and eyelids droop. The anchors look like they’re held hostage, endlessly looping the same three statistics.
Finally, the whole result emerges as the last pieces of a huge jigsaw puzzle fits in its designated place. You know who is going to rule you for the next five years- or if there are fragmented verdicts you do not know- and wait for some more days in suspended animation.
The Bull Talk
In Odisha for some unknown reasons one finds hordes of bulls loitering on the streets. The merrily block the traffic by sitting on the middle of the road. Sometimes they entertain the passersby by fighting each other. It is a different issue, some passersby or persons going by scooter or motorcycle get injured.
The other day I saw two huge bulls talking to each other while munching posters torn apart from the walls. As I could see, these were posters of different political parties urging voters to vote for them.
One bull told the other while munching on the poster, “these days we don’t get to munch paper posters. They were so tasty.”
- “Election Commission rules restrict them to use public walls.”
- “But they are putting up large hoardings made of materials ranging from canvas, polyester fabric, vinyl (PVC), mesh vinyl, to adhesive vinyl. None of them are environment friendly. Even we can’t eat them.
- Hmm. Hope next time some party will make it a poll issue.
Rajinder Krishan
Rajinder Krishan, acknowledged as one of the greatest lyricists and scriptwriters of the Golden Era of Bollywood would have been 105 on June 6, if alive. He was born on 6 June 1919 in Jalalpur Jattan in present day Pakistan and named Rajinder Krishan Duggal. He was attracted to poetry from a young age.
He came to Bombay (now Mumbai) in mid-1940s to work as a screenplay writer. His first screenplay was Janta (1947). However, he was destined to be a lyricist. His first film as a lyricist was Zanjeer (1947). The song that made him popular was the one he wrote after the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi: Suno Suno Aye Duniyawalon, Bapu Ki Yeh Amar Kahani. Sung by Mohammed Rafi and and composed by Husnlal Bhagatram, it became a great hit and catapulted him to glory.
He penned hundreds of immortal songs including Ye zindagi usi ki hai, Kaun aayaa mere man ke dwaare, Yun hasraton ke daag, Wo dil kahaan se laaun, Bhooli hui yaadon mujhe, Unko ye shikaayat hai ke hum, Gore gore o banke chhore, Pal pal dil ke paas, Kahna hai kahna hai, Chal ud jaa re panchhi, Ek chatur naar and Mere saamne wali khidki mein.
He breathed his last on 23 September 1987 in Bombay.
Tailpiece: Why KKR won IPL 2024
Sunrisers were playing after sunset.
That too against the (K)nightriders.
So..
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