I am a master in India

Chapter 317 Dilemma
Muna returned half an hour later. He didn't go into his shack-like house, but went straight to his creaky Maruti Suzuki.

Old Rutu, Aunt Leila, and the other women in the family all stood by the roadside watching Muna's car drive away.

They stared at him, speechless, thinking to themselves that this guy didn't even go home to apologize.

Muna saw old Rutu wave her withered fist at him, but he stepped on the gas and drove right past them.

As the car drove through the market, Muna glanced into the teahouse: the spider-like figures were still busy at the tables, rickshaw pullers lined up behind them, and the guy across the river who had been advertising the day's adult film on his bicycle had just started riding in circles.

The scenery flashed past the car window: lush green fields, bushes, forests, water buffalo dozing leisurely in the mud of the pond, creeping grass and jungle, rice paddies, coconut groves, banana plantations, chinaberry trees, banyan trees, and water buffalo peeking out from the grass.

A shirtless child was riding a water buffalo by the roadside when he saw Muna and excitedly waved his fist and shouted.

Muna really wanted to yell at him, "Yes! I feel the same way you do! I'm never going to be treated like an animal again!"

The village of Kana, once his home, now feels suffocating.

Why? In just one short year, everything seems to have changed.

Yes, just like this concrete road under our feet, it came into being too sudden and out of place.

The roar of machinery came from afar, and the outline of a massive industrial center suddenly came into view.

Muna took a deep breath, the scent of civilization.

In just over a year, the Suer Cement Plant expanded several times over. Three towering, red and white power plant chimneys pierced the sky.

Countless trucks come and go from the factory every day; from the sky, they look like ants tirelessly scattering from an anthill.

Muna has a dormitory at the factory, a single room!
He no longer had to squeeze in with that annoying Dorje, who used to chant "Om, Om, Om" incessantly in front of him every morning.

He has more time to read and more time to think.

Muna parked the dilapidated car in the open space and went upstairs without stopping.

"Master." He smiled and stepped forward to bow.

“You’re back.” Ron raised his hand to indicate that he didn’t need to stand on ceremony.

“Except for the section from the factory to Varanasi, the roads throughout the Puvancha district are terrible. Master, your name is being called everywhere.”

"Let's leave road repairs to the state government," Ron said, shaking his head with a toothache.

Sixty kilometers of paved road is certainly a pleasant drive. But the cost is also astonishingly high, totaling 20,000 tons of cement, worth 40 million rupees.

This doesn't even include construction costs. Ron spent over 50 million yuan to open up this main road.

Of course, the benefits are also obvious: cement coming out of the factory can be loaded onto a freight train departing from Varanasi in less than an hour.

It's no exaggeration to say that this road is the lifeline of the Suer Cement Plant.

"How was the trip? What did you gain?" Ron put down the documents in his hand and gestured for Muna to sit down.

“There are more than six million people with the surname Harvi in ​​Pufancha District. They are not living very well, just like the old village of Kana.”

"Did you speak with them?"

"Yes, the people of Khalifa yearn for their own representation, for glory and the power they deserve."

“It’s astonishing,” Ron remarked. “Uttar Pradesh has so many Harvi, yet no corresponding political party has emerged.”

“Master, the prerequisite for a caste regime is that it must have sufficient centripetal force,” Muna said softly.

Ron turned to look at him, then smiled.

“Muna is already a qualified social observer, not a half-baked one.”

"There's still so much I don't understand," Muna said, blushing slightly.

The master actually said he wasn't the kind of half-baked guy! Good heavens, that's the best compliment Muna could ever receive.

“No rush, time is the last thing we need.” Ron tapped his fingers lightly on the table. “Why does Harvey lack cohesion?”

"I guess it's land."

"land?"

"Yes, backward castes can only be rooted in the land and in the countryside. They are born here, grow up here, and die here. The land is their everything, but it also binds them."

"Because the land does not belong to them, they are merely the landlords' vassals and have no say."

"Yes, the only important people they could come into contact with in their entire lives were landlords; that was a wall."

Ron understood: people from backward castes like Harvey lacked connections to upper-class politics, and they were trapped.

For ordinary people living here, if they encounter difficulties, they only have two avenues for seeking help.

One is a landowner, but in Uttar Pradesh, unless one is desperate, no one is willing to beg a landowner.

The two beasts in Kana Village serve as a cautionary tale; they will ruin your family and cause your death.

Another option is to turn to one's own caste organization, if it exists.

The reason why Yadav was able to rise to prominence in Uttar Pradesh is that they are organized into communities with their own mutual aid organizations.

When the government's vertical management struggles to penetrate the grassroots, the internal organizations of the caste system undergo a process of equalization.

Therefore, when a political strongman like Mulayam Yadav emerges, the voice and political representation of the entire caste will increase rapidly.

Unfortunately, there is only one Yadav in Uttar Pradesh, and the other backward castes have never successfully transformed.

It's not that other castes don't have political parties, but rather that they don't have any influential caste political parties; they're all just small-scale operations.

The same is true of Harvey; they are trapped by the land, most of them are illiterate, and they have no political party to speak of.

“There are only two ways to make Harvey generate centripetal force.” Ron had a general idea in his mind. “What ways?” Muna asked curiously.

"Liberate the land, or re-establish their connection with the upper class."

Muna's eyes dimmed instantly upon hearing the news of liberating the land; that was impossible.

The British came, but the problem remained unsolved. After independence, Hnunu came to power, but the problem persisted.

India has no severance, and never will.

As for establishing political ties with the upper echelons, Muna looked at his master.

“Let’s talk about the other backward castes,” Ron suddenly changed the subject.

"Kurmi, Lodi, Rajbar, and Moria are in a slightly better position; some of them are involved in politics, but they don't have the same influence as Yadav."

"Are these all from the backward castes of the Pufancha district?"

"Yes, but not only in the east, these castes also gather in other parts of Uttar Pradesh, including the Harvi."

Uttar Pradesh is very large, and its location on the Ganges Plain makes it naturally suitable for ethnic migration.

Over thousands of years, the castes that lived on this land have spread to various places.

For example, in addition to the Pufancha district, there are also large numbers of Harvi living on the back of the neck of wild boars in the Rohirkand district of Uttar Pradesh.

The area is a low-lying alluvial plain, abundant in sugarcane, and naturally, it has no shortage of "sugar makers".

However, Dong'an Zhaluo, also known as Chafanpu District, has the highest concentration of low-caste people, and is therefore called a filthy place.

Why does the crazy East have the highest crime rate? Because it is filled with a large number of low-caste and untouchable people, many of whom, having no other options, simply start businesses with no capital.

“You should make more contact with these castes, and when the time is right, you can hint at job opportunities at the Suer Cement Plant.”

“Yes, Master.” Muna perked up.

"How's the election going? How's the battle between the two parties?"

"They're always playing opposing roles, but that's all."

Ron nodded, having gained a general understanding of the political landscape in Uttar Pradesh during this period.

He had only been back for a week, and with the end of the year approaching, he hadn't had a chance to visit the various gods and demons yet.

The general election in Uttar Pradesh is expected to be held next March, which is less than four months away.

The Socialist Party outside, which is Yadav's party, is engaged in a fierce contest with Mayawati's Popular Socialist Party.

I don't know if it's because of the rise of Suer, especially the emergence of Suer cement plant and mine.

Yadav achieved an exceptionally brilliant political record, and he did not fall directly due to the "hotel incident" in Lucknow.

According to the normal historical progression, after the "hotel incident" broke out, Yadav and Mayawati completely broke off relations.

The coalition government formed by the two sides was dissolved that same day, and Yadav's five-year term as chief minister was hastily resigned before he could complete his term.

As a result of Ron's butterfly effect, although the "hotel incident" could not be avoided, Yadav managed to survive.

There's no way around it; the Suer cement plant, the mines, and Suer electrical appliances in Lucknow are just too prestigious.

It has contributed tens of thousands of jobs and solved the employment problem for 5% of unemployed youth in Uttar Pradesh.

Many people recognized Yadav's contributions, so his political team did not completely collapse.

However, Yadav's situation remains dire; without the support of the Popular Socialist Party (BSP), his coalition government is teetering on the brink of collapse.

Unfortunately, the BJP is secretly stirring things up from the sidelines, so even if Yadav manages to hold out until next year, his chances of winning the next general election are in jeopardy.

Yes, the BJP also has political influence in Uttar Pradesh, but it doesn't have a dominant position yet.

They chose to unite with Mayawati's Popular Socialist Party in preparation for overthrowing Yadav's rule.

So Yadav is in big trouble now. Ron had just returned the day before, and he couldn't wait to send out an invitation.

Ron delayed for a few days, citing the strategic development of the cement plant as an excuse.

On the one hand, the BJP called him, and on the other hand, he wanted to understand the political situation in Uttar Pradesh first.

The reason Muna has been going out so frequently lately is because he received orders from Ron.

The grassroots level best reflects election trends; their votes determine how much benefit they can gain for themselves.

Only the poor vote; the rich prefer to trade.

The poorer the place, the more likely the election is to become a frenzy; this is a disease.

India has three major diseases: typhoid fever, cholera, and election fever, with the last one being particularly severe.

People with this disease will constantly talk about things they have no say in.

Muna toured the Pufancha district, where everyone was discussing next year's elections.

The Socialist Party's rival, the Popular Socialist Party, seems to have become much stronger this time.

They produced pamphlets and distributed them widely, and then loudly proclaimed them using microphones on buses and trucks.

The Socialist Party (SP) is not to be outdone; wherever there is the Popular Socialist Party (BSP), there will be a battleground for them.

After roughly understanding the situation, Ron decided to go and meet those monsters and demons.

(End of this chapter)