Gurgaon- the great divide

It's hard to believe that Gurgaon goes to the polls tomorrow....over the past one or two months, ever since the campaigning spree spread to every nook and corner of this country, I haven't seen a banner, a placard, or any signs or symbols of any political party in the up-market areas of Gurgaon...all that is reserved for the other part of town, so symbolicaaly demarcated (or should I say separated) by the NH8flyover. This is not swanky Gurgaon, its the 'other' Gurgaon, known for its small-town appeal...its what a lot of people would describe as being 'downmarket'-crowded and noisy, where bullock-carts, buses, rickshaws and cars fight for every inch of space...where people are shabbily dressed, where fruit and vegetable vendors and local kirana shops blantantly flout all rules and spread their wares onto the already congested roads. This is what a lot of people know and refer to as 'old gurgaon'- full of dirt, smoke and grime and far-removed from the posh gated-communities on this part of town. All the political campainging is happening there, in old Gurgaon, while it seems its up-market counterpart is happy to view the tamasha surrounding the great Indian elections from the comforts of their drawing-rooms...they are a people who couldn't bother any less, for they only take out candle-light marches, when a 26/11 happens and create a little noise in the media about rising taxes. This is Gurgaon, with its glaring great divide...and like the often heard statement that there are two India's - one living in its metros while the other languishing in its rural belts, one sees the reality of it unfold everyday here in this very city.