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The Election of Mrs. Bajpeyi

A few years ago, one of our neighbours, Mrs. Meira Bajpeyi, a veritable neighbourhood matriarch (I've never actually SEEN Mr. Bajpeyi - strange - but he's alive that's for sure.  She flaunts her marriage symbols with pride) decided to fight the local elections.  We were all quite pleased.  It would be nice to have someone we know in a position of power.  Contacts are so important.

It was quite exciting when the leaflets came around with the venerable Mrs. Bajpeyi's face smiling benignly.  None of our family got involved with the campaigning but we wished her well of course.  I heard Neil, my son, who was very small at the time going around chanting 'Meira Bajpeyi Patang!  Meira Bajpeyi Patang!'  'Patang' means 'kite' and it was Mrs. Bajpeyi's election symbol.  In India, politicians use elections symbols so that when the voting is going on, the illiterate people who are unable to read will know by the symbol, for whom they should vote.

One night I was standing at the gate with Yash, my husband, talking to some neighbours.  A stray cow wandered by.  Yash had some chalk in his hand - I'm not really sure why.  Anyway, he started writing on the cow.  The message was 'Vote for Meira Bajpeyi'.

Mrs. Bajpeyi's campaign concluded with a huge procession of cars and followers chanting 'Meira Bajpeyi Zindabad'.  It was overwhelming.  The next day was the voting.

While the counting was going on, we saw Mrs. Bajpeyi standing alone in her garden.  We were wondering why she was not down at the counting centre surrounded by followers, checking out the progress of her campaign.  She doesn't speak English.  Yash spoke to her.

She explained bitterly that she had lost the election owing to rigging and corruption etc.  What an anti-climax!  According to my mother-in-law, she was telling lies (she thinks everybody tells lies).

"If no-one votes for you, that's their choice," said my mother-in-law.  What is corrupt about that?

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  1. As simple as that! Your mother-in-law sees things pretty simple. :-) Unluckily in politics corruption is everywhere!

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  2. How did she know she had lost the campaign if they were still counting? Maybe she was just preparing herself? Another interesting insight into your daily life.

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  3. I knew there was something missing in my life: Cows wandering past my gate. Neither do I ever have chalk at the ready when needed.

    U

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  4. She should have hired a campaign manager like me or my friend Mayo and it would have been a cake walk. Both of us come quite expensive though!

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