About 200 years or so ago, I went on a five-day rafting expedition on the Alaknanda river in a ducky. A ducky is an inflatable kayak, kind of like a two-person mini-raft. It is chiefly designed to pitch you without warning into shrieking torrents of glacial melt, and make you cry by the campfire every night, praying that you'll pass away in your sleep so that you don't have to do it all again the next day.
Anyway, one of the things they do on a rafting expedition is to carefully explain safety kayaking. Safety kayakers, in their one-man hard-shell kayaks, are fast, daring, insanely skilled river jockeys. These people surf and play in the maw of vicious rapids just for fun. Their job is to roll their eyes as they snatch you from the jaws of death after you fall into the river like the fat old loser you are.
Here's how the safety kayaker briefing goes:
"Hi! I'm [insert cool, Top Gun-type name]. When you fall into the river like a fat old loser, I will race to your side but then stop just out of your reach, and evaluate whether you are able to follow my directions. If I don't think you can, I'll wait until I think you can. I will direct you to calmly reach for this metal ring on my kayak and hold it, so that I can tow you to safety while rolling my eyes. If you panic and go for either me, or my kayak, in a manner that I determine endangers my own safety, I will whack you on the nose with my paddle and back off until you settle the hell down. I'm serious, I will hurt you. Don't panic or thrash about or lunge, and we'll be fine."
I paraphrase, but that's roughly it.
I duly fell into the Alaknanda and panicked and lunged at the safety kayaker who had materialised in two seconds. Sure enough, he bobbed around just out of my reach, observing me beadily and repeating "Calm down." At first I was very angry that here I was, drowning - so young, so full of dreams - and there he was, obsessing about my tone rather than what I was saying. It was only after I'd mastered my emotions (that is, realised that I had a life jacket on and wasn't being dragged into the green depths) that the dude let me cling to his kayak while he rolled his eyes.
What does this have to do with elections in Delhi?
Well, in the last few weeks, as the pace and pitch of the campaign for Delhi has risen, the Bharatiya Janata Party, or BJP, has suddenly woken to find itself wet, cold and in trouble. Its last-minute chief ministerial candidate is not even from its own ranks. Its thugs have attacked churches; its police have cracked down on protesters; it has taken to smear campaigns; the PM called the media 'bazaaru' (sluttish); a critical news channel was allegedly mysteriously blocked in parts of Delhi. Complacency shattered, the roaring lion of the 2014 general elections is behaving exactly like a panicking rafter.
Electorates, like safety kayakers, are implacably committed to their own interests first. They will take a good hard look at the people freaking out in the water, and decide whether they're likely to cooperate or drag them down. They don't like desperate, dangerous dirty tricks. There are other, less panicky swimmers in the fray, like the Aam Aadmi Party, and, it is rumoured, the Indian National Congress. So, as Delhi goes to the polls today, it will be interesting to see whether BJP has earned itself a rescue, or a humiliating whack on the nose.
Either way, the electorate will be rolling its eyes.
Anyway, one of the things they do on a rafting expedition is to carefully explain safety kayaking. Safety kayakers, in their one-man hard-shell kayaks, are fast, daring, insanely skilled river jockeys. These people surf and play in the maw of vicious rapids just for fun. Their job is to roll their eyes as they snatch you from the jaws of death after you fall into the river like the fat old loser you are.
Here's how the safety kayaker briefing goes:
"Hi! I'm [insert cool, Top Gun-type name]. When you fall into the river like a fat old loser, I will race to your side but then stop just out of your reach, and evaluate whether you are able to follow my directions. If I don't think you can, I'll wait until I think you can. I will direct you to calmly reach for this metal ring on my kayak and hold it, so that I can tow you to safety while rolling my eyes. If you panic and go for either me, or my kayak, in a manner that I determine endangers my own safety, I will whack you on the nose with my paddle and back off until you settle the hell down. I'm serious, I will hurt you. Don't panic or thrash about or lunge, and we'll be fine."
I paraphrase, but that's roughly it.
I duly fell into the Alaknanda and panicked and lunged at the safety kayaker who had materialised in two seconds. Sure enough, he bobbed around just out of my reach, observing me beadily and repeating "Calm down." At first I was very angry that here I was, drowning - so young, so full of dreams - and there he was, obsessing about my tone rather than what I was saying. It was only after I'd mastered my emotions (that is, realised that I had a life jacket on and wasn't being dragged into the green depths) that the dude let me cling to his kayak while he rolled his eyes.
What does this have to do with elections in Delhi?
Well, in the last few weeks, as the pace and pitch of the campaign for Delhi has risen, the Bharatiya Janata Party, or BJP, has suddenly woken to find itself wet, cold and in trouble. Its last-minute chief ministerial candidate is not even from its own ranks. Its thugs have attacked churches; its police have cracked down on protesters; it has taken to smear campaigns; the PM called the media 'bazaaru' (sluttish); a critical news channel was allegedly mysteriously blocked in parts of Delhi. Complacency shattered, the roaring lion of the 2014 general elections is behaving exactly like a panicking rafter.
Electorates, like safety kayakers, are implacably committed to their own interests first. They will take a good hard look at the people freaking out in the water, and decide whether they're likely to cooperate or drag them down. They don't like desperate, dangerous dirty tricks. There are other, less panicky swimmers in the fray, like the Aam Aadmi Party, and, it is rumoured, the Indian National Congress. So, as Delhi goes to the polls today, it will be interesting to see whether BJP has earned itself a rescue, or a humiliating whack on the nose.
Either way, the electorate will be rolling its eyes.
Mitali Saran is a Delhi-based writer mitali.saran@gmail.com