THE finger.

According to Palmistry, which is perhaps the best known form of divination and character reading, the index finger is said to be ruled by Jupiter, the middle finger by Saturn, the ring finger by the sun and the little finger by Mercury.

The finger in question today is the Index finger or the Jupiter finger or pointer finger or forefinger or trigger finger or digitus secundus, or digitus II.

I woke up at 5:30 am, went for a walk with my best friend (which I will regret later) and then began our "Voter Voyage". Both of us being first time voters, the excitement was palpable. Ale voted first and she did it without any hassles. It took her about 20 minutes and she had the "mark" on her finger. That mark is created by an ink produced by a little known state enterprise, Mysore Paints and Varnish ltd (MVPL) in Mysore. Yes, people should know this.

Now, it was my turn to vote and this is when my trauma began.
We went to my colony where there were people who were carrying the voter's list. I went and showed them my card. The person who was checking it, did not find my name in the list and coolly told me that since I got my card very recently, I might have to vote next time. I was pissed, Ale frustrated. The other guy who was checking my name was asking me about the others whose names were there in the list like, "Yeh Sheerlay kaun hai?" Read Shirley. I said I don't know. Then he asked me about some other 3-4 people, each time I gave him the same answer (patience getting tested). The first guy actually showed me the pic of some other female with some other name and told me it was me. I showed him the name on my card and the photo, but he again did the same thing, this time it was the pic of some 35 year old guy. His logic, the number on the card was almost the same as mine. Either I was going mad or the world was turning stupider. Finally when the third guy was checking the list, I found it myself. It was my "Eureka Moment!"

I did not know my polling booth and the person who had successfully found my name gave me the wrong directions. I am not surprised, when I think about it at hindsight. I guess some people are born with a limited intellect. Anyway, after wasting a good 15 minutes at the wrong booth, I managed to find out the correct address and we finally reached there. All my happiness was gone the instant I saw the huge waiting line ahead of me. Ale made herself comfortable in one of the benches provided there, looking half sleepy and half bored. My ordeal had just began. I spent about 15 minutes at one spot on an average. The female behind me was worried that her date of birth was not right. The middle aged woman behind was happy that the age on her card was lesser that what her actual age was. The woman in front of me was standing like a zombie. The girl in front of her had a rose in her hair which looked like a rotten tomato. I can go on about the innocuous details, shows the levels of boredom. I finally reached the spot where the symbols of the candidates were at display. Apart from the usual ones, there was a banana, a shuttle cock, a glass, a hat, and an unidentifiable symbol which I thought looked like a cat's litter box. Old ladies and physically handicapped people voted first. Finally, after what seemed like millions of years, I reached the door of the entrance. When I went in, I was almost expecting them to say that my name is not there in the list, but thankfully my worst fears were laid to rest. The "mark" was put on my left hand index finger and I was given the 2 slips. One for Lok Sabha and one for Vidhan Sabha. It was an electronic machine which was put and I casted my vote. I could almost hear the hallelujah chorus when I came out. Ale returned my gleeful smile and we were done for the day.

It was the click of a finger which changed a lot of things. That sound of the beeper going off when you cast your vote lingers on in my mind.