As I get myself immersed in preparation of the ballot match of 2014 from Bangalore's Cantonment area, I get an SMS from my PM Manmohan. Please come to Delhi immediately. I am at my wits' end as to what could have been the reason. With anticipation writ large in my mind I reach Delhi.
As I enter his cabin, I can sense something being amiss. I am asked to be seated. Our CMD Antonia Maino is going through some newspapers. I am given a newspaper with a marked article. I begin reading it in anticipation. There is some article about me being nominated for the Prime Ministerial post!!! Holy Ravioli!!!! Somebody's imagination is running riot. I am told to issue a firm statement refuting this article. Here I am on my blog stating it - that article is plain rubbish and the contents therein are absolutely untrue. I am ushered out with both Manmohan and Antonia wishing me all success for the elections, theek hai!!!. Relieved... phew!!!!
Once I head back to Bangalore, I take stock of the campaign plans and get involved completely.
- I check with my Hospitality team on the itineraries of Shahid Afridi, Johnty Rodes, Jayasuriya and others. I will be using their insights on how to keep Anil in check like they did on the ground. Good that I included Afridi!!! Half ticket fare saved because of his age.
- Next, I go to my vanity room (yes!!! I have got one made) and open up the cartons that have come from Milan. Italian linen Kurtas!!! Thanks to Azhar that I got introduced to Berlusconi family of designers!!! Our CMD will also be mighty pleased!!! I try out one and strike a quick pose. Here is my selfie!! (damn, I thought this was a recognized word).
Dapper!! I must say!!!
- Ramachandra Guha has sent me his daily cricket byte to read. I have missed out the last two mailers as well. I spend some time going through them. Very insightful and informative indeed!!! Eagerly waiting for televised debate with Kumble where I will use these knowledge bits.
- I am feeling hungry. I instruct for something light and quick; a walking lunch as I plan to go and meet my e campaign team. My personal assistant gets me an Indian burger which I just pick up and start eating. Wow!!! it does taste delicious!!! I ask him from where did he get this and his answer leaves me ANGRYYYY!!!!! I spit out the remainder of the last bite and curse my PA to my heart's content.
I swear I will never ever eat an Indian burger in my life.
My mood is screwed for the day. I go through the presentations of my e campaign team with mixed levels of involvement. I give green signals to start the actual work.- Some change in mood is in order when I sit down and look at PDF images of my posters to be sent out as mailers. They have come out pretty nice. I am going to reinvent the way elections will be fought in the future.
As I pack for the day a bit early, I text Murthy, like always," Jumbo Jet get set to go". Murthy replies back promptly, "All the bets". I try using my newly-learnt colloquial Hindi,"Paise ghodon par lagaate hain kathor, sher par nahin"
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