I am a master in India

Chapter 323 Progressive Party

In the east, in this filthy land, the Socialist Party and the Popular Socialist Party have ruled for over a decade.

The Yadav and Dalit castes, representing the majority of the Pufancha district, are key vote banks for both political parties.

The Socialist Party, in particular, has governed Uttar Pradesh twice and is very powerful in the east.

In the filthy place, his party emblem, a bicycle, was printed in black paint on the walls of every office; no one knew what it meant.

It is said that Yadav initially had little money, and when he formed his political party, he could only choose from the electoral commission's free sign bank.

So the Socialist Party was assigned the bicycle symbol, which, regardless of its aesthetics, was at least easy to recognize.

Uttar Pradesh is an agricultural state where most farmers are illiterate, and if your party emblem is too complicated, people simply won't remember it.

This is no joke; Indian ballots have no text, and everyone votes by looking at icons.

Bicycles, okay, it's that Yadav party.

The handprint must represent the Indian National Congress, symbolizing the unity of the Indian people holding hands.

Besides these party emblems, the free signs distributed by the election commission are incredibly diverse and imaginative.

Broom, ceiling fan, kerosene lamp, banana, alarm clock, mango, clover, plow, water cup, kettle, corn, spinning machine, coconut, rice stalks. These are all.

Most of them are very down-to-earth and closely related to the lives of the poor.

This is not because the election committee was lazy and just randomly selected some things to put into the material library.

It's not that you're making things complicated; it's that if you put computers and mobile phones on there, who will recognize them?
Rich people don't vote; only poor people do. You need to make them feel comfortable, ideally with things they see every day.

Of course, if you are a large national party, you can also include something with symbolic meaning.

For example, the initial symbol of the Congress Party was two cows, which is very Indian and easy for outsiders to understand.

Later, to appease the herders, the design was changed to a hand, greatly reducing its religious connotations.

The BJP filled this gap, with their party emblem being the lotus. In Hinduism, the lotus seedpod symbolizes a woman's health and fertility, something highly valued in an agrarian society.

If you don't like the free logo library, you can also customize the party emblem.

For example, the Elephant of the Socialist Party, founded by Ram, claims to have been inspired by Buddha, whose original intention in establishing Buddhism included subverting the caste system.

So they adopted the white elephant, which symbolizes "vastness, power, and light" in Buddhism, as their logo, making it instantly recognizable.

Some political parties even chose cars, symbolizing their pursuit of a modern lifestyle.

In this respect, India is very free. Party registration and logos are entirely up to you.

It's very simple to form a political party; all you need are ten community residents to vouch for you, and there are no other restrictions.

This is why India has tens of thousands of political parties, with several hundred in Uttar Pradesh alone.

Of course, only a few have truly become influential.

With the election approaching, both the Socialist Party and the Popular Socialist Party have begun to intensify their propaganda efforts.

However, the Socialist Party's voice is still louder because Yadav also has the aura of a Chief Minister.

Even in this corrupt land, people cannot escape the poison of election fever, and everyone is discussing Uttar Pradesh politics in small groups.

Some customers in the teahouses of Kana village said that Yadav was initially a good man; he did indeed want to reform the bureaucracy, but the black mud of the Ganges still swallowed him up.

Some people say he wasn't clean to begin with, but he deceived everyone and is only now revealing his true colors.

Regardless of the truth, the fact is that it seems no one can defeat him in the election.

He ruled the Pufancha district and won election after election, but now his rule doesn't seem so unshakeable.

The Socialist Party is now in a confrontation with them, and Yadav's various crimes are being exposed.

Yadav and his officers are facing 93 criminal charges, including murder, rape, large-scale theft, firearms smuggling, organizing silver sales, and other minor offenses.

Although it is not easy for a judge to deliver a guilty verdict in such a corrupt place, three officials were found guilty this time.

They are still in prison, but they retain their official positions.

It is said that Yadav embezzled over 100 million rupees and deposited them into his own account.

That was an account he opened in a beautiful little European country, where white people and black money were everywhere.

The Socialists have finally met their match this time, and they are using various means of propaganda:

They wanted to overthrow the rule of the Socialists, to govern the Ganges, and to lead the people on both banks of the Ganges out of darkness and into the light.

In the teahouse, the people drinking tea chatted even more enthusiastically.

They sipped their tea and talked endlessly about the same thing:
Can they do it this time? Can they defeat the great Socialists and win this election?
Did they raise enough money to bribe enough police officers to get enough fingerprints?
Just as eunuchs discussed the sacred text, the Kama Sutra, the voters in Kanah village were also enthusiastically talking about the election.

Suddenly, the rumble of a truck came from outside the teahouse, but the tea drinkers paid no attention. Since the cement plant started production, there had been an unusually large number of trucks coming and going from Kana village.

Many of the people here have sons or nephews who are truck drivers. The tea shop owner seized the opportunity to expand the scale of his tea stall, and now the number of people coming here to drink tea is several times that of before.

However, everyone quickly stopped their chatter and looked towards the roadside.

The sound of trucks grew closer, and slogans could be heard.

"Do you want to drive on comfortable roads? Do you want to drink clean water? Do you want to enjoy quality medical care? Then vote for the Progressive Party!"

"Roads! Water! Hospitals! Socialists step down!" The tea drinkers stared in disbelief at the young man standing at the front of the truck, Muna! He had a yellow turban tied around his head, looking like a fighter.

And there was that bright flag, with a sun shining brightly on it!

The banner read: All India Progressive Front.

"Muna, what are you doing?" someone asked.

"From now on, everyone must cast their votes for the Progressive Party!" Muna declared triumphantly.

"What about the Socialist Party?" another person asked, looking bewildered.

"Yadav is a liar, a robber, a criminal. He has deceived everyone. The Progressive Party is everyone's hope!"

“My daughter married Yadav from the neighboring village, so our votes have to go to the great socialists.” Some people objected.

Does your son work at a cement factory?

"Yes"

"Does he still want to advance? If you vote for the Socialist Party, he'll lose his job tomorrow. Which is more important, your son or your son-in-law? You choose."

"But...why? What is the Progressive Party?" the man asked, confused.

I had never heard of this political party before, in this filthy land.

"Do you see this sun?" Muna pointed to the party emblem. "It was designed by the great Mr. Sur himself. I uphold his wishes and, on behalf of the Progressive Party, bring light to this filthy land!"

"The Progressive Party?" the tea drinkers murmured among themselves.

"The Progressive Party has brought jobs to everyone and built roads. In the future, everyone should support the Progressive Party to bring jobs to more people. We can even build our own hospital."

"Oh, it's Mr. Sue."

Now we have to believe it: everyone in the teahouse has received some favor from Mr. Suer.

It doesn't matter who you vote for, especially when it's one of your own.

Kana village was just Muna's first stop. He waved, and a line of large trucks full of young people bumped and jolted toward Mirzapur.

People on the bus were shouting into microphones: Stand up and fight the selfish Yadav to the end!
The tea drinkers snapped out of their daze and started discussing it excitedly.

People say he quit his previous job at the cement factory and is now fully engaged in politics.

He was a natural-born politician, having been in charge of public relations while working at the cement factory.

Now he wears a headscarf every day and gives loud speeches in front of village tea shops and gathering squares to campaign for the Progressive Party.

Muna has truly become a powerful figure, with more and more young people gathering around him and fawning over him, much like how people from other parties treat their party leaders.

With each compliment, he gained confidence and became increasingly adept at giving speeches.

He promised that a hospital dedicated to the poor would be built on the banks of a tributary of the Ganges, where three stones were placed.

Of course, the most important thing is the job. As long as the Progressive Party wins the election, the factory will continue to expand its recruitment scale next year.

The Suer Cement Plant now holds a prominent position in Mirzabul, much like the sun.

The wish of all young people, whether literate or illiterate, was to work at the Suer Cement Plant.

It is the only hope for this remote and underdeveloped rural area of ​​Uttar Pradesh.

People tried every means to escape from here, except for the Suer cement plant.

If voting for the Progressive Party guarantees a job, then that's perfectly fine.

The tea drinkers clicked their tongues excitedly as they watched Muna and his group disappear into the distance.

This is the party that represents the poor, the party that has Mr. Sue's protection.

Look at that flag, the golden sun, driving away darkness and disease, purifying the filthy land, how wonderful!

Of course, most people were just gossiping; they knew there was going to be some interesting things to watch.

Sure enough, the Socialist Party, with red ribbons tied around their necks, also brought several trucks to compete with Muna and his group.

Unfortunately, the Socialist Party and the BJP also joined in the fun, and for a time, the Pufancha district was filled with waving flags, huge crowds, and the deafening sound of gongs and drums.
However, perhaps due to mutual understanding, the newly formed Progressive Party did not have any conflicts with the two later parties.

They were all subtly pointing the finger at the Socialist Party, attacking Yadav for his self-centered actions and disregard for the lives of other castes.

In the Mirzapurna area, the Progressive Party and the Socialist Party are fighting particularly fiercely.

Several times, the two drivers almost got into a fight.

However, the Progressive Party, with its strong grassroots support, was clearly superior, and Yadav gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

So Lucknow couldn't sit still any longer, and Yadav personally came to visit Ron.

It wasn't Varanasi, but Mirzapur's estate.

Ron is mostly based here now, and he goes back to his hometown less often.

Yadav mobilized a large force, bringing not only assistants but also journalists from the party's propaganda apparatus.

He struck a pose as if he was prepared to force Ron to compromise in this way.

(End of this chapter)