“Make sure the printing press ownerdelivers the posters tomorrow!”orderedRam Chand burping loudly while chomping on an onion pakora. He then mechanically wiped his fingers on the edge of the newspaper which lay languid under the weight of a dozen greasy pakoras and a bowl of tamarind chutney. “He’ll do so first thing in the morning”, assured Sukhdev. “Have we penalized him?” “No”. “We should have. Considering the quality of samples, he submitted for our selection. He has me either scowling as though I’ve been denied the party-ticket …or sporting a grin wider than the Indian Ocean as though I’ve already won when the campaigning has not even started! But what’s most shocking…he’s made me occupy centre-stage…My face dwarfs those of the others…as though the others don’t matter”. “But Sir, you are the candidate for the assembly election”, Sukhdev pleaded. “Don’t I know that? You think I’m a fool or something?”…