Day #1: Dear Diary! New session of Parliament starts today. My optimism smells like red-earth freshly broken, and our democracy smells like coconut oil. Or maybe that’s Mulayam Singh’s head. Ecstatic about participating in this pinnacle of the democratic process, the very fulcrum on which the levers of our democracy operate. The monsoon winds spurn us as a nymphet would spurn a man named Rocky in a Safari (named ‘Guddi’). But as I step into these hallowed halls, I yearn to light the kiln of policy-making, I long to hammer away at the sword of legislation, as it burns bright in the forge of our future. And as Plato once said, “Hey I just met you, and this is crazy. But here’s my number, call me maybe?”

All in a day’s work: Dear Diary, I made a call to my constituency today, and had a random man arrested for a random non-crime. Representation pic