Unspoken Verses

18th nov 09 So here's an experience worth sharing. Right now, I'm in my kitchen boiling some milk for use tomorrow, n I can hear a loud racket outside on the street. There are a no. of men on motorcycles, n on foot, walking with a vehicle which is here called a tempo, or a mini truck. There are two men along with this troupe of people who are playin the dholak. The truck is stacked to the brim with more ppl. And on the truck is a loud speaker, requesting ppl to vote for Mr. Ramgopal Nagar. Welcome to the scene of election campaining. About a few minutes back, I had heard, along with the dholak (a kind of drum.)and the loudspeaker (both of which had not managed to incite my curiosity enough to actually go and check out whats happening, cuz the dholak players and the loudspeakers had been moving around the locality for a few days now) unfamiliar voices emanating from down stairs. Out of curiosity, I exited the kitchen and went to peer down from the terrace, at the commotion belo...