Politics often deals with the unbelievable. It turns somersaults which are unpredictable and yet look inevitable in retrospect. Five years ago the idea of Arvind Kejriwal would have sounded like an untenable B-grade movie. Yet, today, as Mr Kejriwal waits to be sworn-in as the chief minister of Delhi, there is a sense of normalcy, even quiet celebration about it. One celebrates a difference and tries to account for the man. If R.K. Laxman were to redo the common man today, Mr Kejriwal could be an easy choice. He not only represents the common man, he feels commonplace. There is something mousy about him. His spectacles add to the timidity. His clothes are nothing to write home about. He wears them with a touch of absent mindedness, school boy collars poking diligently out of his routine sweater. He reassures you. One look at him and you feel, even I can be a piece of history.

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