A man in his 60s is sitting on a side berth in a train compartment and reading an English newspaper “The Statesman”. He looks middle-class but well-read and quite respectable. He is decently dressed with a formal shirt (untucked), formal pants and old leather shoes. Another man, much younger to him, casually dressed with a T-shirt and shorts is sitting opposite to him working on his laptop and sipping on a cup of chai.
[Closeup of first man’s index finger with a vote mark holding the newspaper]
[Closeup of second man’s fingers without a vote mark sipping on his cup of chai]
The first man puts his newspaper down and asks the other man “Modi abar elo bole. Kakey vote dilen?”
The other man looks at him surprised and says, “Vote diye ki hobe? It doesn’t change anything.”
The first man puts the newspaper on the table with a slight disappointed look on his face and says after a while, “Apnar hoyto hobe na. Kintu apnar shontaner hote pare.” He takes out a used gamcha from below and puts it on one shoulder, picks up a steel box with a bucket handle kept on the floor by his side on another shoulder and gets up. Giving one last look towards the second man he starts walking calling out loudly, “SOAN PAPDIIIII.... Taaza mishti Soan Papdiii....” [fade out]