I was down with some kind of fever that week when my friends called home to ask my parents’ permission to nominate me as the college chair. I had refused initially because the second year was going to be a tough one. Being part of the college union (if I won) meant missing an entire year and a half from the class. So, they conspired to keep me at home until the last day of taking back the nominations were over. When I reached college the day after, I was declared one among the three candidates for the post.
There was no looking back after. The campaign began. Daddy designed these colourful photo posters as the main campaign attraction. We made photocopies of these and used them as push media ;). We decided against banners but tried personal badges with a vote for ash as chair, and made personalized stickers for bags, books or anything we carried. Writing out campaign speeches, question hours, word wars with the opposition.. at the end of all that drama and counting I won handsdown and was looking forward to working with a new team. The entire city woke up to our pictures the next day in the newspapers. Hahaha ..my uncles collected all the newspapers for the day and made a collage out of it. I still wonder how they lifted me up, that was the front page pic of the day in Malayala Manorama, and The New Indian Express.
Nostalgia dribbles in as a post on fb surfaces. I just got to know all of us in the union feel very special about that one year and all its activities including the fights.