She is a bitch!! I muttered…..all of them are,seconded my roommate sounding like a spurned lover(not that i am suggesting anything)….."nahi yaar" ….I screamed…..she is one hell of schemer and would stoop to anything to get there.They always get what they want, mourned my other roommate…woes galore all around…but this country deserves that suit-clad hope-lad OBAMA,I beseeched and not that fake bill-ary. One guy chuckled out of slumber to suggest that she has broken up with her 17th boyfriend. Instead of pondering over this apparent political-harakiri of hillary ,I quickly deduced, he is actually dreaming of hillary DUFF-ER.I vowed not to ever broach the frivolous topics of politics and world affairs in his presence. My other roommate surmised my plight and nodded in agreement.He also let out a stream of invectives for hillary which had more melancholic roots.I ignored the veil of adjectives and tried to engage him in what has already become my alternate conciousness “American presidential election”.

     My political hunger took a predatory turn at the sight of an interested prey.I must have harangued him for about an hour before he quit,conceding that OBAMA is indeed the one for the hour.He didn't like Mccain( republican candidate) because of his crooked jaw and his hatred for hillary depended solely on the mood of his love-interest.It was not an intellectual kill by any measure and Instead of swaggering about my persuasive skills,I was a li'l disappointed . Whole world seemed to care for only utterly mundane chores and completely disinterested in the potentially earth-shaking events.At least that's how it appeared from OBAMALAND which is like 10th dimension in the extrapolation of quantum physics.

    I thought of discussing these exalted notions with my lead who sometimes shares my world-shaping concerns and our analyses of nadal's spinning and kicking backhand passes are always identical but the problem is that his intellectual pursuits have always had that sporting hue which has rendered him speechless  since federer lost to djokovic.He can barely walk or talk and is currently exploring his soul in NFL.I don't blame him, ever since he has been forced to keep a Thakurjee calender in car and subjected to Ramayana series twice a day by his mightier half, he has only been a subject of pity and merely a shadow of his former flamboyant self.

    I shuddered at the prospect of deliberating this issue with only one person left,my girlfriend.Not that she is even a wee bit politically challenged,on the contrary she has successfully managed to out-maneuvre me on each single issue of importance thus far.It’s a tribute to her political acumen that I still don’t know which candidate she roots for.I am sure it would be disclosed at a devastatingly opportune moment and god forbid, if it turns out to be hillary,that discussion will have life-threatening consequences for me.Even though her OBAMA-endorsement will have a li’l less far-reaching implications ,it would also come at hefty price nonetheless. Weighing pros and cons, I decided to play down OBAMA and immersed myself in her inconsolable descriptions of MTV roadies and “THE HILLS” episodes.

      There are couple of bhadra-loks from kolkata who are genuinely enthusiastic about such affairs, but to them politics of every country is mere projection of bengali political milieu and are suitably confounded by this American political heresy to their Bengali doctrine, after all how does someone distinguish a leftist from rightist reactionary in this campaign.( They belong to extinct species dudes….only legend remains) 

A sudden realization dawned upon me that ,it’s absolute lunacy to look for people with objectivity ,insight and intellect in this country side of US of A where deers and bears outnumber human beings.This moment of truth coupled with a bout of starvation snapped me out of OBAMALAND and brought me to the real world where I was asking my roommates, “what should we cook today”.

Conceited junky

 Saurabh