Politics is a part of people's psychology..

Politics is a part of every person’s life…
Often we talk - politicians are this, politicians are that… but there is a politician in all of us… each one of us… now you will ask me how and why the hell am I giving a statement like this… on what basis… so, here I go…
Be it in school, be it in college or be it at our work places (whichever field it might be)… we all do things that we point our fingers at, when we talk about politicians – first thing first, telling lies or giving fake promises; then comes covering goof-ups rather escaping situations and the most important thing, taking bribe or doing things to get something in return.
I know a lot of people will read this post and say “bull-shit”… “She thinks she knows it all…” but those who knows themselves and who are honest to their inner being will admit at least once, “It’s true, what she wrote... at least once I did it…”
Let’s start from the bottom - taking bribe or doing things to get something in return: what do politicians do, they either do constructive works to gain votes or not-so-ethical deeds to earn money… that’s it. Don’t we do anything un-ethical… take the daily, regular, not-so-important examples, in school days, we make our parents solve the toughest sum in the math chapter and go to class next morning claiming to solve the sum on our own to earn the praise of being intelligent… in college days, we don’t turn up in class due to the pre-fixed meetings with our lovers and tell our best friends to give a proxy, to earn that 1 percent extra attendance… in office, we tell our juniors to finish the work in the shortest deadline possible and proudly go and present the assignment in our name, after all I made that person do the work; not to mention, to gain appreciation and a promotion from the big boss… If not the returns are in cash or kind, we do tend to ask for love and affection when we give the same to someone… is it not a deal?
Then comes the story of covering goof-ups or escaping situations: every time there is a fight between two kids, one will blame the other or both will shrug off the incident to avoid the punishment… chintu broke my tiffin-box because his water-bottle fell from my hands… fight, fight, fight… who did what, is like the question of what came first, egg or hen? In college days (to be precise, in those days of attraction or crushes), we manage to get a four-figure phone bill and cover-up the issue convincing our parents how important it was to talk about those tough chapters or the inevitable group discussions on the phone… in office, we commit mistakes after every fortnight and tend to escape the situation by saying, “having too many problems in my personal life to concentrate on work”, “was involved in so many matters that one mistake is just so trivial” or if not anything then, “I’m a human being too, mistakes can happen”…
Let’s move on now where we started from… the first and foremost thing- telling lies or giving fake promises: see, there are just two reasons to the question- ‘why people lie?’… It’s either they can’t speak the truth (they lack the guts) or they like fake more than fact… no offence to anyone but some people say, “Fake it to make it”… no one person in the world is HARISHCHANDRA… in school, students lie about having their lunch when they dedicatedly skip it… kids lie after having fights till the time the class teacher informs the parents as to how well-behaved and no-nonsense kid the parents are blessed with… in college, we swear to our friends to spend the evening with them and then they find us sitting in a garden with ‘the’ one who often seems the world to us… we promise to ourselves not to get pathetic marks in history or mathematics and break that promise in the immediate next exam… and in office, all blunders come in a package with a lie… no lie is ever repeated as we become the master of lies and can instantly reproduce a new and improved lie within no time… be it being late in meetings, laptops getting crashed just before our undone, unfinished, incomplete presentations for which we spend some 23 sound-sleep nights (which should have been taken over by the sleep-less ones) or 101 reasons to persuade your boss to approve your ideas even if someone else’s suggestions are, by all means, better than yours…
This is why I feel we are good politicians and can do wonders in the blame-game when we land up in an argument about “what makes a good politician”… we point one finger at them, neglecting the reality that three of our own fingers are pointing towards us…

knock-out night in a news room

The sunday night started with a phone call... no, I'm not writing the story of One Night at a Call Centre... it's a knock out night in a news room...

It was around 8:39 in the evening when I got a call from Namy... sorry, forgot to introduce you with the protagonists of the story... KY, my collegue ; Namy, my senior and myself. Probably the first time Namy called me... Felt a bit nervous and scared to see her name flashing on my supercool touch screen phone... I murmured in my mind saying twice, "it must be a goof-up..it must be a goof-up for sure"... Picked up the call and a sweet, polite voice asked me, "are you busy?"... her avid and composed voice gave me a hint that it's something opposite to "err"... it was time for the next question, and there she goes, "can you manage to call someone to come to office tonight, there's only two people working for the night shift?"... I cool-ly agreed to come and immediately called up KY to join me... we reached office near around 9:47... lights were dim, bays were dark, people were invisible, dustbins were dirt-free, chairs were carelessly kept anywhere and everywhere and sitting on one such chair was Namy...

Greeting her brought me a lot of work immediately... there were literally a dozen stories to be done before the six'o clock bulletin... in the news room language, it was a busy day... Namy explained me and KY, the stories to be done and we soon started to play... yes, its play... usually the first two hours we play games (not the seniors though) and then we pull it off till late... by morning you feel fresh in spite of being devoid of sleep, still satisfied to finish work before half-a-second time of the bulletin...

Back to the flashback mode of the not-so-nice night... after completing the computer games with absolute failure, we started our work... slowly, gradually and peacefully we drew a close to our stories for the first show for the morning...

Then came the next chapter... five tapes in and out, the story was not available... News does not wait for time, but broadcast wait for visuals... it's the only option and weapon for them... and the visuals were invisible as the people in the night shift...

The visuals should ideally be ready by 4'o clock for the 6'o clock but none of the footages came... the dreadful journey to search and file new stories begins now (we said to eachother)... quite fast we got stories at least for the first few bulletins and then went to ingest (upload) visuals for the immediate show... it was 5:37 and we knew it will be done in 3 minutes untill we inserted the priceless tape (it was then, for the most urgent moment) and it got stuck... i repeat, STUCK... in the machine... our saviour, Mr. Machineman from the Systems came after a wait of a whole long 600 seconds (to be precise, 10 minutes)... he came, he checked and he took the machine with him... no problem, let him take the machine but hello, the tape was stuck inside... the package could not go for the 6'o clock bulletin... Though I knew the package can't walk (that it'll go) - we had to send it ; though I knew it was NOT our fault because it was technical glitch (that must have happened with the same machine for the 998th time) ; though I knew what has to happen will happen, but none of these reasons can change the fact that the package was not shown in the bulletin...

I did not want to go home in the morning after an unsuccessful night with a broken heart, so I stayed on... I stayed on till late and filed other stories that can go on air, stories that have visuals... Finally at around 10:36 am, I left the office with a tummy-full breakfast and a happy heart...