levis politics

Levis politics in student politics


He was trying to stick that poster as high as possible as if the height was symbolizing the high popularity of the party candidates. His friends, waiting in a near standing Tavera , were throwing posters in the air to show the soaring popularity of the party. I chanced to cross from there and had a distant look of the whole proceeding. despite all my disinterest for politics(certainly a particular sort of politics) one thing caught my attention. A Levis underwear showing itself. With his body stretched to get the maximum height, his low waist jeans and upped shirt left enough view of his underwear. NOW don’t make any queer speculation about my private orientation. It was merely by chance that it happened to be a levis. You may say so. And my answer is –may be and may be not. Its being levis was not by chance but its being exposed may be by chance.
Suddenly my mind decided for a flash back but without any sound effect that could make it dramatic and interesting. That’s my disadvantage but let me bear with it. A group was shouting slogans in support of its party candidates. A smartly garlanded guy, may be he was also a candidate for some post, was shaking hands with all the smart persons emerging out from the metro station. Their hurry notwithstanding, he was reminding them his ballet number. I don’t know how many of them minded him seriously and I’m sure that he was also aware of this thing. But it was just one scene. Just a few yards away I noticed a group of three girls standing a bit dejected. What was their problem? No festival for them? Probably they had no levis. I’m not so sure because I couldn’t determine it. But guess is always there. The most shining part of their dressing was the T-shirt with party name printed over it. With little butt and no breasts (actually salwar-kurta doesn’t gives you a good view unless it is big enough) they couldn’t have been identified with their party without the party pamphlets and T-shirt. A full world of showroom fashioned girls and boys was there to make personal request from all the potential voters. But these girls also found something to be cheerful about(or rather to ward off their ambiguous position of being inside or outside the party). They threw a handful of posters in the air, jumped into air, their not-dandruff free hair jumping in not a fashionable way, and shouted their party JINDABAD. An embarrassing quietness followed as their voice was not loud enough to catch any attention. The thundering of the shining wing of the party was too much.
Keep heart girls. Thirty-five bucks undies could get you only this far. For farther get a levis. May democracy bless you with its all encompassing arms!