Those hardy young men and women lying in ambush outside each of the 828,804 polling booths across the land by now should have enough data among them to be able to tell you, and us, who will be the next Minister of state in charge of the water coolers.
But these pollsters are parsimonious with the information they choose to share with the public at large. For now, we merely know that the UPA is getting 191, 195-201, 199, 195, 218, 198, 199, and 185-205 seats. Each of these worthies is willing to bet the next Nobel Prize on his polling methodology. Ask him, on the other hand, what is the UPA, and chances are you’d be greeted with a sheepish grin. Can’t fault them. Ask anyone in the UPA whether his party belongs to it, and you’d certainly be greeted with a sheepish grin.
Our elections have a habit of stretching well into extra time. The one day till counting is definitely injury time when the spectator is expected to lessen his misery by listening to gushing pollsters, especially when he knows there is no result without a shoot-out. Sleeping arrangements in a new House are a topic of discussion guaranteed to keep you, and us awake, till the golden goal is scored. So far, there hasn’t been much talk about the Congress and the BJP sharing a bed, but we’re pretty sure it will gain currency. Twenty-four hours is a long time on television, if not in politics.