I am a master in India

Chapter 268 How a Great Immortal is Made

Mo Da Xian was born in Vaudnagar, a backward town in Gujarat.

There wasn't even a single-lane road with cement paving there, let alone a highway.

Camels often struggle to pull wooden carts along the dirt road, with the wood piled high on the carts. Women carrying buckets of water on their heads also occasionally walk by the roadside.

The town has few high-rise buildings; the dilapidated rooftops of temples peek out from among the wooden houses. The streets are dotted with small window shops selling miscellaneous goods and tea stalls that can be seen everywhere.

The caste of Modi is Ganchi, which in Sanskrit means "one who makes cooking oil," and belongs to the Vaishya subcaste.

He was born in a time when Wodnager was small and poor. There was no electricity, let alone running water.

Education levels are low, and medical care is practically nonexistent. Aside from the occasional Bollywood movie screening at the town's small theater, there is a railway line leading to Ahmedabad.

In those days, the average life expectancy in India was only around thirty years, and more than 80% of the population was illiterate.

Mo Di's family of nine lived in a cramped mud house with a corrugated iron roof, just like many slums in the city.

When he was a child, he helped his father sell tea on the muddy roundabout outside the train station. The surrounding area was mostly filled with small stalls or rickshaw pullers doing manual labor.

The train station has only one platform and one narrow track. A yellow corrugated board canopy serves as the platform, and the town's name is written on the top of the canopy.

The school was right across from the train station, and after school, Mo Di would help out at the tea stall. He would take the teapot and cups and run into the carriages to ask if any passengers wanted tea.

Such a childhood is commonplace for most children in India. The only exception for Modi is his fondness for visiting the rural parade grounds outside town.

From the age of eight, after school he would either help out at the tea stall or drop his schoolbag and run off to join the National Volunteer Corps.

At the rally, a group of adult men and boys dressed in uniforms and khaki shorts, holding sticks, did group exercises and sang patriotic songs together.

This is a right-wing Hindu organization with millions of members throughout India, and it has a branch in almost every city.

Mahatma Gandhi was from Gujarat, and Gujarat is also the birthplace of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS).

In the end, Gandhi fell to the guns of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), which sounds ironic.

Because of this incident, the National Support Corps has been banned three times over the decades. Henunu bluntly stated, "These people have Mahatma Gandhi's blood on their hands."

This organization itself does not nominate candidates, yet it wields immense political influence; the BJP originated from it.

Many high-ranking politicians within the party were previously members of the National Support Corps.

As a child, Modi enjoyed participating in such semi-military gatherings, and he would also go to school to give impromptu speeches to his classmates about the need to respect Indian soldiers.

He could speak for ten to fifteen minutes each time, and that's when he started honing his public speaking skills.

Influenced by the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), Modi firmly believed that the great Indian civilization had been led astray.

When he was eighteen or nineteen, he had a big fight with his family and ran away from home.

He disliked the arranged marriage his family had made for him when he was just learning to walk; he was betrothed to a girl from a neighboring village named Jasudaben when he was still a toddler.

At the age of eighteen, Mo Di was forced by his family to marry a woman a year younger than him, which was clearly against his personal wishes.

Not long after, he ran away from home, supposedly to make a pilgrimage to the Himalayas.

Two years later, Mo Di returned home with a small bag of clothes, but before his mother could be happy, he packed his bags again the next morning and set off once more, this time to leave forever.

He first went to help his uncles at their tea stall in Ahmedabad, but soon quit because he didn't like this monotonous life.

Later, he became a full-time member of the National Support Corps, running errands for the leaders during the day and sleeping on a mattress on the floor at night.

He lived a simple life, did not drink alcohol or eat meat, and adhered to the principles of celibacy and abstinence.

It's hard to imagine Indian men being associated with the word "abstinence," not even Gandhi succeeded.

However, a master is a master; he has an extremely strong will and is very opinionated.

He made rapid progress in the National Volunteer Corps and was soon promoted to propaganda officer.

Because of his promotional work, Mo Di frequently travels between various towns, sometimes on foot and sometimes by motorcycle.

His public speaking skills were further enhanced and quickly became his signature feature.

During the years when India was under a state of emergency, the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), a thorn in the side of Indira Gandhi, was a key target of the crackdown.

Mo Di could only hide in different places, sometimes having to disguise himself and flee from one city to another.

He even dressed as a Sikh, with a long black beard, sunglasses, and a white turban.

During those years, his main task was printing and distributing pamphlets opposing the state of emergency, which made the Congress Party his lifelong enemy.

His influence within the organization grew daily, and he began writing propaganda brochures himself, traveling to major cities in India, including the political center, New Delhi.

Many people perceive him as confident, argumentative, charismatic, assertive, and persuasive.

By the mid-1980s, Modi had attracted the attention of the higher-ups and was transferred to work for the newly established BJP.

In the early stages, the main focus was on gaining the support of three groups: conservative high-caste groups, small business owners, and those adhering to Hindu ideology.

Modi was thriving, and he did an excellent job, especially in the campaign.

The most significant instance was in 90 when he assisted BJP leader Adeniva in organizing a rally aimed at inciting public opinion, known as the "Chariot Tour." During the tour, Adeniva traveled across much of India in a Toyota truck decorated to resemble a chariot from Hindu mythology.

Their demand is to demolish the Babri Cheongcheong temple in Uttar Pradesh and build a Ram temple on the site.

Yes, that's right, it's the Babri Chiang Sao temple that sparked the 92 Indian-Pastoral conflict.

Mo Da Xian deserves some credit for this, including for the Mumbai bombings last year.

Since then, he has established connections with senior members of the BJP, especially gaining the appreciation of leader Adniwa.

However, there is also fierce infighting within the BJP, with Modi having a clash with a senior party member, Vaghela.

In 92, he was ousted from politics and subsequently established a school in Ahmedabad.

However, less than two years later, at Adniwa's insistence, he was recalled to work for the BJP this year.

The state general election, held every five years, is approaching, and the Chief Minister of Gujarat will be replaced next February or March.

All major political parties are gearing up for the election, and the BJP leadership is determined to win next year's election.

In Gujarat, 90% of the population are Hindus, and the BJP has grown strong enough over the years.

If they win the election next year, it will be the first time the BJP has come to power in Gujarat, which is of great significance.

Modi is a well-known agitator within the party, especially skilled in election work.

Therefore, for the sake of the overall situation, the internal party struggle entered a low period, and Adniwa brought back Modi, who had been kicked out.

As soon as he returned to the BJP office, Modi got into character.

He arrived at his post between 5 and 8 a.m. and arranged for four or five young people to simultaneously call several candidates.

At this time, most candidates are asleep, and it takes four or five minutes before someone answers.

When the young man wakes up the candidate, he will first talk to one or two other people.

After finishing these tasks, he began actively contacting business owners to win votes or to discuss attracting investment.

It was under these circumstances that Ron received a call from Mohd, the election coordinator for the BJP.

The headquarters of the BJP in Gujarat is located in the state capital, Gandhinagar, which is very close to the metropolitan city of Ahmedabad, less than 30 kilometers away.

After leaving the airport, Ron drove north. The wide highways disappeared, traffic became congested, and air pollution became severe.

Although it is already November, the midday sun in Gujarat is still scorching, with temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius.

The BJP headquarters is a three-story modern building near the Sabarmati River, where the party flag with the lotus symbol hangs limply on the wall, as if wilted by the high temperature.

When Ron arrived, newspaper reporters were waiting in the courtyard, seemingly to interview a politician.

Perhaps impatient with the wait, many staff members sought refuge under the shade of a nearby tree.

Led by the receptionist, Ron entered the lobby on the first floor. There was a colored sand table of India, marked with the locations of the BJP's offices in various states.

Occasionally, the shouts of supporters could be heard outside, but because of the hot weather, the shouts sounded weak and listless.

Ron was led into an office where Mordred was sitting on the phone.

He had slightly thick lips, a well-groomed mustache, wore a brown Kurta shirt, and gold-rimmed glasses.

Ron knew it was him at first glance, no doubt about it. That beard was so distinctive; it was still jet black, not yet gray.

Mo Di was full of energy and only had time to look up after dealing with four or five phone calls in a row.

"Hello, Mr. Suer." He stood up and came over to offer a gesture of respect.

“Hello.” Ron nodded at him.

“Mr. Adniwa happens to be free, let’s go see him.”

Mo Di is a decisive person. He has a cold personality, but his execution ability is outstanding.

Unfortunately, because of his experience in publicity work, he has excellent speaking skills.

On the way to the office upstairs, he kept talking, telling Ron about all the advantages of opening a factory in Gujarat.

A state election isn't just about shouting slogans; you need to deliver tangible achievements or make promises.

For example, what factories will be introduced, how many jobs will be provided, and how many public facilities will be built after taking office?
Ideally, one could reach a verbal agreement with a well-known company beforehand and gain their support.

Party spokespeople could easily use this incident to boast to the media about the exciting projects that will be launched once they take power.

Of course, the businessmen who endorse them will also receive unimaginable rich rewards afterward.

That's how Ron was drawn here; otherwise, why would he have traveled all the way to Gujarat, a place he knew no one?

The newly emerging Indian Party is still worth getting to know.

(End of this chapter)