MOBILE IN BANDA: DAY FOUR
Your Call is Waiting, Reporter Rani
Chasing politicians in party offices, in election season is
more often than not, an unacknowledged your
call is waiting, for a reporter. Meera navigates this calmly, but with the requisite
determination that is a hallmark of a driven reporter. But an amusing or
horrific moment is never far in election mela wait, is it? In the hall next
door, there is a group of Samajwadi Party workers in their very red Nehru topis
as a pappu soniye vote kar le film
copytrack version flings raucous oorja into the gathering. The man holding the
mike breaks into the most original local defence one can imagine, on the
Mulayam-Akhilesh fracas that "once" was,‘Pyjama purana sahi,
naada toh naya hona chahiye." (And then promptly breaks into a naara).
While he is saying this, the smaller office we are waiting
in, is seeing a quintessential halwai moment. Mithai boxes of packed food are
being stacked up for all the cheerleaders present, even as a hidden portrait of
Ram Manohar Lohia looks down rather sternly.
A middle aged man walks in periodically, to check if the
stock of dabbas is intact and therefore not stolen, as the candidate we have
all been waiting for, arrives. The political meva of Samajwadi Party rests on
many things which haven’t all reached the folk at Banda. Neither good roads,
nor the Lucknow-loving journalistic claim of the Helpline for Women.
Some of
the Dalit all-women reporter troops of Khabar Lahariya have received laptops,
but don’t have much of electricity to charge it with, in their often rural
homes. Classic, I know.
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