Someone from a polling co., came calling. He requested 40 minutes of my time. I told him I was going out. So he left. He left me wondering. What do popularity polls matter to this dutiful volunteer and the swag of predetermined, leading questions? The answers, given in unguarded moments, often foretell of seismic shifts in the geo-political scene. There are many who read them like fortune cookies, though they know that statistics reeled off represent the opinions of a very minor section of the population.
But. Pollys and common people savour what’s appealing. If the signs are right, they will be smugly quoted. Then, after elections polls will be forgotten and not heard of again (who bothers with opinions when the mouth is full of its own)? Polls reflect our pop culture – only relevant till the next one. The favourites of today can be at the bottom of the barrel tomorrow – with details relevant only to those statically minded. Pollsters and the media feed on polls to sell copies. They weave epics out of the figures transformed by their imagination. Meanwhile. The sober sit and watch the passing parade. They form their own convictions; measuring performance against promises. They need no “Pundits” to direct them or point out the way.