Satire | Inking the deal

Wife's humorous quest for a voting selfie turns into a chaotic morning of democracy in New Delhi.

“It’s been such a long time since I last took an inked finger selfie,” Wife said, holding up a finger. It was Friday, the night before voting day in New Delhi.

“That’s because Lok Sabha elections happen only once in five years,” I said, shovelling a spoonful of curd rice into my mouth. “And for your information, that’s the wrong finger.”

We were at the dinner table, discussing the logistics for our participation in the Dance of Democracy.

“You sure mobile phones aren’t allowed?” she asked again. “Nandini went to Mumbai to vote, she got back yesterday and said no one checked her for a phone.”

“Shouldn’t you be more focused on the actual election issues instead of obsessing over selfies and mobile phones? Do you remember the name and party symbol of your candidate?”

“I don’t have time to memorise all that information,” she said. “Won’t they be written on the EVM? You just have to click on it, right?”

“Press, not click,” I said. “God save Indian democracy.”