My six year old niece returned from school visibly upset, her tiny face showed clear signs of unhappiness; she curled into the sofa anticipating someone to ask what’s wrong.
I lost the election for the class councilor post, she said abruptly,
Realising my laughter doesn’t gone well with her, I chipped in asking, what is this councilor business is all about?
She steadied herself and gave me a short lecture, Councilor is the one who is supposed to say what we require in our class and play ground.
Too much information, who told you this?
Our class teacher briefed us on elections and the role of councilors.
Well, that’s a nice way of doing it, I exclaimed hiding my embarrassment
Tell me, who nominated you for the post?
I nominated myself …she quipped
Our class has two councilor post for which a boy and a girl has to be elected, since there was only one boy in the fray, the race was between me and my friend. And I lost by a margin of two votes.
She is staring at me like what wrong I have done with this
Well done girl, I said; in the first place you know what you were doing, not just that, you showed the courage to nominate yourself, you were simply brilliant.
But our councilor tricked us though, we all are cross with her now, she is fuming
Trying to make her accept the verdict, I told her that failure do happens and if you want to be the councilor next time you ought to impress more of your classmates.
Not ready to tow my line, she made her point heard, that’s not the case though, our councilor promised to give stickers if we vote for her and she did not.
Look dear, now elections are over, don’t listen to others, what you need to do is to work with your councilor to resolve the issues of your class and play ground.
Its not what others say, even I haven’t got one... she said with a deep sigh
What…?
Sticker... What else,
Why on earth you should get a sticker for?
Because she told me that we will vote each other and that will fetch me a sticker as well, and I haven’t got one, wait and see what we are going to do
I was speechless…..her guises was that, at last I made my uncle understand a point.
After all, the three candidates of this London primary school belong to the largest democratized region in the world, South Asia … and this is how we do it….
