P. Vishnuvardhan Reddy cracks jokes and campaigns in a rather leisurely fashion
HYDERABAD: His veneer belies the usual anxiety of a candidate contesting elections. Oozing confidence and youthful exuberance, P. Vishnuvardhan Reddy hits the streets of Jubilee Hills to reinforce his rapport with the voters.
Waking up leisurely on Sunday morning, voters in the lanes and bylanes of Krishnanagar colony in Khairatabad Assembly constituency had the Congress nominee greeting them with a sunny smile and cheerful talk. He cracked jokes, made himself available for anyone wishing for small talk and campaigned in a rather leisurely fashion.
Well acquainted with voters, both as MLA for a brief stint and as son of the popular PJR, Vishnu’s campaign is happening in the shadows of his late father.
He is not looked at in awe as happens with a political leader but voters catch him up with certain affection as one says, “apna bachcha hai (he is our kid)”.
A small roadside tiffin centre owner beckons him and Vishnu takes over cooking. A crisp ‘dosa’ is ready and someone asks for ‘omlet dosa’ which is picked for Rs.100. The candidate promptly puts the money in the tiffin centre owner’s pockets and in turn receives profuse thanks.
An elderly man scampers down the staircase to hug and bless him. “Vishnu mingles with us comfortably and is always available for us,” says a voter, T.S. Narender.
A burqa-clad woman walks past with a child and Vishnu promptly greets, “salaam bhabhi” and makes polite enquires about her family members.
No big crowd
There is no rally or big crowd in tow but only a handful of supporters who do not even raise slogans. “I am going to win. This is my constituency,” Vishnu declares. What are the issues of the campaign? “The constituency has been well represented by my father and I will continue it. There are no specific issues here,” he says.
“I will vote for him only,” says Mahalaxmi, a housewife as her husband nods in consent. Bhikshapathi, a businessman says, “We could call PJR even at midnight and his son too is like that. I cannot think of supporting any other person.”
The sun turns hot and a kirana store owner rushes with a buttermilk sachet.
Tearing the edges of it with his teeth, Vishnu gulps down the summer drink and moves on.
His supporters try to pay the store owner, but the offer is refused.