The previous doubts lingering in my head got all cleared out as soon as I got my hands on the ballot papers. I decided – No to Commies!
The voting went smoothly, without any disruptions or interventions in our voting center this time – rather uneventful one. The last time we had election (during King Gyanendra’s short regime), a fight had broke out between god knows which two groups, ended up with several guys sustaining knife-stabs and sword strikes.
Earlier in the morning, I had a chance to get really close to (former US president) Jimmy Carter and his wife at Pulchowk – I was gonna ask, hey Mr. Carter what if Barak Obama wins the presidential elections – but this one giant white woman shoved me back. Respecting her Amazon volume, I decided to be womanhandled. She should go to China this olympic and take part in Weight Lifting though. Clean and Jerk.
Mid day – and already the curse of the commies – my bike had a flat tire. The vehicle pass that I had proudly stuck above the headlight seemed to mock at my desperate helplessness. Khucching.. why did you not vote for the commies? I started imagining things – commies, ballot box, my left thumb nail, flat tire, huge white woman. Even King Gyanendra and his message to the nation just a day before the elections.
I thought, is this an omen? My bike getting flat tire – on this historic day forecasts the constituent assembly getting prolonged for over 5 years. Or am I just being too hysterical over Carter’s huge woman.
Hyaaaa, Jai Elections, Jai Constitution, Jai Nepal.
For tonight, my bike shall rest peacefully inside Singh Durbar premise!