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Obama mania

Now that the whole world is going gaga over Barack Obama being elected as the next US President, and that too with an overwhelming majority here goes few points of my analysis of his victory and related things!

I think that the reasons of his victory were much more than just what their repective views on different social, economic and international issues were. They did play a role, but I think that wasn't the only factor that led him to victory. I think the two major factors were -

1. General dissatisfaction with George Bush on issues ranging from Iraq to Economy. This was bound to have some disatisfaction with the Republican candidate and thus swing in favor of the Democrat whoever the candidate have had been.

2. Most important factor contributing to his victory was quite symbolic. His victory symbolized hope; hope for the many people who struggle against the odds, and the victory of this hope which Obama symbolized. Seeing the meteoric rise of an Afro American and he occupying the most powerful chair in the world would give hope to many across the world that if he can do it, then why can't we rise against all odds.

In some way or other people connected with this 'hope' and wished that Obama won.

And to Obama being hailed as visionary and all that, I think it is more because of the color, upbringing, oratory skills and charisma he possessed than anything else. I doubt if many people hailing him as a visionary and all would know his views on different policy matter and how were they better than McCain's.

He might well turn out to be a visionary, but still I think it is too early to say so!

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On a different note, reaction of John McCain on losing (Pledging support to Obama etc.) was a stark contrast to what many of the great Indian politicians do when they lose! (though there have been few exceptions)

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