Our neighbour had bought a wall clock recently that plays music and chimes, making us feel like we live in a village on a hill with a church nearby like the one in Vellai Roja. It struck TWO when I climbed onto my Honda Activa. Though, two might denote fingers on the eve of elections, I, constantly dwelling on solfa letters of jathis, using all the ten fingers in performing the art of mrudhangam, the notion of two, 'leaves' too and the bell was sounding like a two syllable name that reverberates all over the nation.
It was heartening to hear someone asking someone else, 'ji.. have you cast your vote' when I entered the booth in a school nearby.
The centre had two sections. The one in which I had to cast my vote had a ramp. But the collapsible grill gate was closed. There was one more ramp with handrails nearby and I asked them if they can open that door, so I can enter through that passage. They said, 'no sir.. it is permanently closed and a wall has been constructed behind the door!
'Sir, wait.. we can lift you along with the wheel chair'
I sported a LOOK.
Actually, the grill gate was not locked. It was only tied with a moderately thick jute cord (saNal kayiRu). One cop came with a blade and asked me to wait and started cutting it. And the grill, instead of sliding, opened like a gate. And, yes, I cast my Vote easily like every other normal person.
I thanked the cop and enquired about the percentage of voting. He said, '1,265 votes in 34 and we have recorded 715 so far'. The class room opposite this was also allotted as a polling booth and it had a ramp as well, but the ramp was bifurcated by dividers made of wooden logs rendering it inaccessible for the people it was originally meant for.
(My previous polling experience can be read here).
