Politics is the art of the possible. But in the most ingeneous hands, politics is the crafty craft of dolling up the impossible not just as the possible, but also as the only resort left to avoid certain doom. And in this respect, no one has more ingeneous hands than Chief Minister St Arvind of New Dilli. With the odd-even scheme back on Delhi’s roads, this time round with history repeating itself not as a January experimentation of universal brotherhood but as a sweatier, nolonger-novel farce for the well-heeled’n’wheeled, St Arvind is less coy about what he's really up to. No one grudges politicians (and doctors) if they stand to profit a bit while they solve our ailments and troubles.
Clearly, if Delhi’s air becomes as clean as what comes out of a Volkswagen’s exhaust pipe and the national capital also gets at least a late 20th century public transport network because of odd-even, everyone, Prime Minister Narendra Modi included, should vote for him as the next PM. The problem — a problem for only those finding ‘Odd-Even’ problematic to negotiate, of course — is that in typical Party Aadmi Aam-style, the scheme has put the cart of halving private cars before the horse of inceasing amenable public transport. But why oh why would St Arvind make life so tough for the well-heeled’n’wheeled if clearly odd-even alone won’t solve Delhi’s air pollution — or class division — problem?
Because of his votebank, a term