Elections, elections, elections. Bas ab ho gaya.
I was sipping on a RaGa snoozer mocktail, munching on Modichoor laddoos and ­wondering if shouting on TV news shows could ever become an Olympic sport.
You know we have a sure-shot gold medal potential, don’t you? Just then Chaddha ji dropped in. "
Har taraf Modi aa gayi"
, he squealed with delight. "
? I was about to question him on this gender massacre of the new Prime Minister when I remembered it was Chaddha ji speaking. Apart from having the licence to say all things senseless, he also had the habit of eating up words in a sentence, and had conveniently gobbled up 'wave' from 'Modi
Aa gayi ji, aa gayi'
... I nodded. '
Aapne kisko daala tha
?' he asked. Now, I’m always amazed by the propensity of us Indians to ask personal questions, ­whether it is blatantly asking someone their age or salary, to asking when someone is ­planning to give ‘good news’ to, of course, ‘who did you vote for?’ in the world’s largest secret ­ballot process. ‘I always voted for the one who has won,’ I replied. ‘1991
ke baad pehli baar achhe din aane waale hain
,’ he said.