There haven’t been too many occasions when I have felt so helpless in recent years. Lemme try and remember: a missed flight due to traffic, a lost Microsoft Word file while writing this column around a month back or reaching the Kayani Bakery 10 seconds after it shut for lunch. This morning I saw myself hop from one counter to another with my Voter’s ID Card only to figure that my name wasn’t on the list of voters. I spent around an hour doing that, only to be forced back home, drenched in sweat.