Forget ‘live’ election result coverage – here’s slicing-dicing data of an electorate of one

economictimes.indiatimes.com:

psycho-thrillers, getting walked by my dog, sandblasting the walls with music, and plying myself with mead, not necessarily in that order.

Any information, granular or chunky, on the election results in the three states that go under the sobriquet 'Hindi heartland' (minus the left ventricle of UP) and in that other one, worth ruminating — the name of the process of chewing cud, where cattle swallow food fast and store it in their stomach, to bring this food back later to their mouth and chew on it again — I gathered all that in the evening when the results became actually clear, and the next morning, when the newspapers laid things out in a more digestible form than the non-stop pea soup projectile vomit on TV inspired by The Exorcist the earlier day.

Following election results, like watching the hour hand move, is just not my thing. (I've peeked during satsangs.) But I do understand the allure of psephological psychodependancy.

So, I figured, let me use the same principle of data-dicing, hyper-analysing to a game I do have my skin in: me.

Wall-to-wall poll results coverage has political research organisations like C-Voter, Today's Chanakya, Jan Ki Baat and Matrize to frack all kinds of numbers pertaining to voting patterns, geographic tracking, demographic dynamiting and all that. To understand the mood of me, an electorate of one, I turned to Spotify, the audio streaming app where I do much, but not all, of my music listening.

(Most of my music I play on YouTube on my phone that I then cast on our big TV and boAt Aavante Bar speaker. But about this discrepancy, later.) And for my psonic-psephological purpose, there was 'Spotify Wrapped 2023', which threw up trends and figures of my listening patterns of the last 11