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Kerela Elections 2011- from my eyes

In diary, kerala, News, Politics, Writing on April 16, 2011 at 11:47 pm

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Part 2

Kerela Elections 2011

It happens once in months (more precisely years 🙂 for me) that I wake up in Brahma muhurta (early square morning). Sages used to wake up at this time of the period for ablution in the ancient periods. Practiced still now in case of kumbh melas  and in Islam and many other religions. But my intention was to get things done when the bathrooms are still clean. 😛

At this hour, I always have a delightful scene of the morning Star. It was so bright and beautiful. A lone star shining brightly in the dark sky. I always cherish this moment.

The D-day began with checking the electronic voting machine [EVM] for the last time. I inquired from the locals, have they used EVM in earlier polls. They replied positively and I felt kind of relief.  The things which I felt must be new for this poll was the use of SMS service for intimation of steps carried out at polling stations to the central command.  The very first thing that we carried out was the Mock Poll. Three agents, from the major parties, were asked to poll in random and the final votes were tallied from machine. I guess, this is being done to satisfy their doubts about the EVM. What happens sometime is that the candidates often put blame on mechanical failures for their loss. This mock poll, in presence of their agents, shall help to clear any doubt they have about the EVM.

While we’re testing EVMs, I could see two Old men waiting in the queue to cast their vote, well ahead of time. Vote, a powerful weapon in the hands of common people. It’s double-edged sword. If cast for the right person makes the next 5 years fruitful otherwise a hell. I felt, youths are still not aware of their rights yet. As very few of them came and that too in late afternoon. Ladies were the most conscious of the lot, with more than 50% of the casted votes came from the women.

  • The first 5 hours saw a brisk polling. Almost 50% of the votes were casted by 1200 hours. But then by 1700 hours, sadly the total votes casted was only 62%.
  • Voter ID card was still the main identity card, hope by next elections, AADHAAR (unique identification number or UID) replaces Voter Id.
  • We had a form for Blind voters, sadly none of them turned up. I am confused about how a blind voter shall vote without any aide. And if an aide is there then guess what, it’s not a secret ballot any more.
When the clock struck 1700 hours, the EVMs were ‘Closed’ and sealed off. The polling was peacefully over, but the day wasn’t.
We started back for the center. Collecting people from other centers we reached center by 1830 hours. Then began the real fight of the day. It was submission time. Everyone wanted to do away with their EVMs and papers first. Lucky us, we were second in number. We finished the paper work and submitted the ballot. Relieved, we celebrated our day long journey with Pepsi/Lemon Soda 🙂  .
I got in touch with my other office colleagues and by 2300 hours I was Home. 🙂  Home Sweet Home
Well, this was an awesome experience for me. A small insight on basics of this vast process. Lets see, what people have in store for their future. During this period I came across an SMS which went like this:-
“April 1st, you get fooled for One day, 11 days later be careful, otherwise you will be fooled for 5 long years.”
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Kerela Elections 2011- from my eyes

In diary, kerala, Writing on April 15, 2011 at 10:59 am

part 1

Kerala and Tamil Nadu people have their judgement sealed in the strong rooms of electoral offices across states. Behind this goes a dedicated  hard work of thousands of officials who run this process. For the first time i could feel their pain, as I was the part of the process. My maiden journey through this electoral process had its ups and downs.

With the rising sun on the horizon, I embarked on my journey, well it was my first experience. Early morning, Me and my colleague set out for Reception Center (that’s what they called it). It took us one hour of biking through the long winding road to reach our destination. All through out this adventurous ride I had mised my bike. I thought, I would drive my bike here someday.

We reached the center well ahead of time and by that time it was all chaos. People searching for their team mates  and their booth numbers. I accidentally called on my team lead and met some other guy instead. He was short and stout with hairs half gone and half cared like a treasure. I began to follow him. Then my team lead called me and asked , “dude where are you?” I said, “right behind you”. “but i can’t see you, come to PS no. 150”. I then realised I was following the wrong person. Running to the place he mentioned, I met my team lead. Now this was Original person 😀 No mistake this time. In fact when I was following the other guy, I had my doubts. Coz, the person who I had to follow was some lecturer in Engineering college and the guy I was following didn’t look by any way like a lecturer. When I saw him I thought, he must be some time pass lecturer. Any way, four of us gathered at the place assigned and then began the long arduous wait. At around 1200 hrs we collected our materials and sorted it out. Checked and checked again and cross checked again. I observed, everything in the list was mentioned slightly higher than what actually was given to us. Bloody middle men!

Our team and 5 other teams were given a bus, police enforcement per booth and a route officer. After all the teams were done with their cross checking we were led to our destinations. It wasn’t far from the town, only 10 km from the station. lucky us! we were alongside the main road and had few hotels to satiate our empty stomach. Fortunately the center we were assigned had all basic amenities clean toilets, bathroom, running water. What more one needs! The only bad thing was, we were not suppose to use our mobile phones and since there were no plug points, my mobile was already dead by the time we reached the center.

Then began another struggle. There were no electric connection and the Village officer and the welfare team were on the blame game, shedding their responsibility. “Sir, how do you suppose me to look after 40 polling stations?” WTH ! Why did you take the responsibility then, I thought. Any way after the pass the buck story, He arranged for the lighting minus the fan. We then set to arrange the classroom like a polling booth and arranged all the papers required to submit. Then followed the dinner at a nearby dhaba. The cartoon sheets, which I brought from the center, came handy as our bed. We spent the night gazing stars. It was an awesome night. Clear sky, bright moon and the thousands of twinkling stars made us oblivious of the miseries of the day.

PS. Day 2 in next post

Choice is yours

In kerala, Life, rants, Thoughts on February 13, 2011 at 12:26 am

 

“Beware! mallus are not much of friend, They can back stab”

That was a statement once made by my mallu friend (Born in Kerala brought up in Karnataka). I dismissed it outright, I knew many of mallu friends who were not actually of this type. By this type I mean, a smooth talker who can stab you in back at first opportunity s\he gets.

However, recently I had been through a situation when I recalled his warning. A friend turned to foe or it seems to me so at least. I would not know the reason of change of his behavior and nor I’m interested to know.

Learning never stops at any age. Once a colleague of mine laughed at me for some reason. I remarked “Either you can laugh or you can Learn, Choice is yours“. Later pondering over the impromptu statement I made, I felt. That’s the crux of the miseries of the world. Choice of yours. Often your own experiences give you a choice, either you cry over it or learn from it and move on. What matters the most is the choice you make.

Today’s Topic at Daily Post.

Have you lied about your age?

Does age determines your mental capacity? People grow old and still be a child and sometime a young child has a knowledge that even old men of 80s would not believe. I don’t remember any particular incident where I lied about my age.

My Journey through languages…

In Bihar, Chennai, kerala, Life, Places, quote, Travel, Writing on January 14, 2011 at 11:59 pm

Reference: The power of the world

This post is inspired by Charlie, my blog buddy. It’s been 3 days since we exchanged greetings, but seems we know each other since ages. I am not praising him all because he has dedicated an entire post to me. But the very idea of writing this post, came from him. His post “How I learned french German and Spanish?” covers his entire journey of life till date. So I dedicate this post to Charlie  🙂

Language of the world

Journey of thousand miles begins with a single step… Read the rest of this entry »

A letter to Santa Claus

In facebook, Humor, kerala, Movie review, Pictures, twitter, Uncategorized on December 26, 2010 at 6:24 am

Dear Santa,

Merry Christmas to you,

It was a long wait. I waited for you since 24th december and still waiting.

Dear Santa

I know , you would be very busy and you must have tried coming to my place in Kerala. I was  almost trying to locate your carriage on news reports, but to my dismay, this time none of the news channels covered your itinerary. They must be busy reporting for Raja or Nira or some one unfortunate who would have fell into some well. Barkha is busy thinking about handsome Pakistani men, economic times is still obsessed with radia and rest are cursing “Tees Maar Khaan“, save Farah and akshay. No body has time to click you.

I am writing you this letter, coz I heard a girl in america was tracking you, like me. And you came with Michelle Obama to give toys.  did you shipped my gifts through FedEx? But, I have not received them yet. did you addressed it correctly? You should have used google to locate me. They often ask and bore me with latitude and longitude. This time it might have been useful. Facebook… yes. add me to you Facebook i shall send you message err..mail err m confused. Anyway i will send you a sweet tweet.

I forgot to ask you one thing. How do you come all the way from north. your reindeer must be going through rough time, na?. I heard ice is melting at north pole. They say world is getting hotter, but you know, north india is freezing. My parents and my kid brother is not feeling good . Can you change temperature there. My mom says you can do anything. She has prepared christmas recipes for entire family and you. She also helped me to decorate my room with bells. Christmas music is playing out loud. When you come, give me a phone call. I wonder, how would you sound, “this is god calling” or “ this is santa at you door“.  Not the later one … you would sound like a pizza guy. Santa  you know, I love pizza with toppings. But, today I didn’t eat… why?… you didn’t come, naa !

I am waiting for you to come , still waiting…

Sad 😦

dear santa please come! all i want for Christmas is you

“anshubham”

 

P.S: ‘anshubham’ is an imaginary child

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