I am a master in India

Chapter 442 The City of Magic
The Srikrishna Report, which has been making headlines for some time, has recently taken a dramatic turn.

Shiva's army leader, Bar Thackeray, has indicated his willingness to cooperate with the court investigation.

This move not only shocked those below, but also left the Congress Party completely baffled.

With tensions rising in Mumbai, a riot seemed imminent.

Leaders like Kamat have already chosen their targets.

As a result, Thackeray, as the party leader, was the first to express his opinion.

Of course, the tiger didn't forget to emphasize that sentence again.

"If you send me to jail, the person who sent me there won't get away with it either."

Without giving the outside world a chance to react, Thackeray arrived at the courthouse the next day in a grand procession, escorted by 500 police officers.

The judge dismissed the Congress Party's appeal and further stated that the charges against Thackeray were time-barred.

Thackeray was released in court in less than 35 minutes.

Mumbai is breathing again.

This was a farce; after so much buildup, it all ended up feeling like a child's game.

Only Thackeray himself and the Mumbai Supreme Court knew that this farce almost turned into a tragedy.

The Congress Party really wants to destroy Thackeray, and the Mumbai Supreme Court is prepared to cooperate.

After all, the current Chief Minister of Maharashtra is a member of the Congress Party, and the Shiv Sena army has lost the support of the people, so the court officials are just going with the flow.

However, Mr. Sue stepped in; he simply made a phone call to his father-in-law.

Five minutes later, the Mumbai Supreme Court received instructions from the New Delhi Parliament.

Thackeray was spared imprisonment, and the Srikrishna Report, which had been in the works for five years, turned into a farce.

This matter is little known, but Mr. Sue's title has become increasingly indescribable.

Neither Thackeray nor the Congress Party offered much explanation.

Thackeray focused more of his energy on dealing with the herders, and so did the entire Shiva army.

They wished all the pastoralists in India would disappear. If conditions allowed, he wouldn't mind committing genocide.

Genocide stems from a morbid desire to purify and pursue purity.

Some believe that fusion and impurity arise from disorder and mixture.

Iqbal and Jinnah demanded separation from India because they wanted to establish a legitimate pastoral state in the so-called "holy land".

India's social values ​​are inherently complex.

But if you look at Mumbai objectively, you have to admit that it is indeed too crowded and some people have to leave.

So who is it? You can start with the poorest person, or the newest arrival, or the one furthest from you, depending on how you define your geographical location and social status.

Everyone who moves to Mumbai hopes that one day they can rightfully refuse other new immigrants and proudly tell the next person trying to board a train: "Get off, go back home, you can't stay here."

Only then will you be certain that you are a true "local" of this city.

For those who already live here, the city is getting worse and worse.

However, this is not enough to diminish Mumbai's appeal to anyone wanting to travel south to Mumbai.

Even if another riot occurs, the situation will not change.

Mumbai will become an even worse city, but that won't deter those who want to flock to Mumbai, nor will it slow down the influx of new immigrants.

As the new century approaches, the Shiva Army has faced numerous hardships, especially after this election, their situation has deteriorated further.

The herder gang began retaliating against its branches, which were unable to react quickly.

Some branch leaders were killed, and others were intimidated.

Kamat, a member of the Chogashwari branch, received the letter, which, according to Amor, was written in "herdsman's slang".

They told Kamat that he was the next target because he had killed herders during the riots.

Shakir, the operations commander of the Daoud gang, began to offer a public bounty.

He believed that every wrong had its perpetrator and every debt its debtor, and he sought revenge for the deaths and injuries of the rioters, namely those leaders of the Shiva army: they were indeed guilty, such as Mirind Waida, the former mayor of Mumbai mentioned in Sri Krishna's report.

Based on the report, Shakir became the "chief judge" who delivered the verdict on behalf of Sri Krishna.

The leaders and deputies of Shiva's army branch made an extremely unwise choice: to hide behind a large number of bodyguards and seek the protection of the police.

This move is most likely to cause them to lose the support of the people. Their hot-tempered and impulsive underlings will think that their boss is afraid of death.

They are undertaking a noble cause, purifying the race of India; how can we stand idly by and remain in the background?

Thackeray's bodyguards dwindled from 179 to 149; some left and stopped following him, and the tigers hiding in the caves howled in despair.

Only after several branch leaders were killed did they hastily recruit more men and restore the number of bodyguards to what it used to be. Tiger had lost his teeth and his heart was failing; his son and nephew were fighting fiercely for the right to inherit the throne.

Years of pampered living have made the leaders of Shiva's army obese, wealthy, and weak.

They cultivated Delhi's politicians, the country's cabinet members, who are now controlled by them and cannot do anything out of line.

The BJP has become a mediator between Shiva's army and its motley crew, whose role as henchmen is gradually fading.

Under the leadership of Thackeray's son Udev, the Shiva Army is completely degenerating into yet another local party filled with incompetent politicians, with internal conflicts intensifying. The elderly Thackeray rebuked his subordinates for turning the Shiva Army into a "bloated institution that distributes pensions."

The city's grassroots need new outlets for their anger, and if the Shiva Army can't provide them, perhaps the gangs can.

Shiva's army must keep up with the speed at which the anger of the masses accumulates; it cannot suppress this rage, nor can it attempt to burn it away or digest it.

People like Kamat, from the generation born in the 70s, suffered and fought for the Shiva army, and now they have achieved great success, becoming "chartered administrators" and successful bourgeois businessmen.

They flaunt their wealth and send their children to the best international schools.

Seeing such glory and with no chance of promotion, the younger brothers were not content with the status quo.

If Shiva's army cannot quench their anger, there will always be other forces that can.

This time, it may no longer be a political party, a religion, or a gang.

The young people in this city lack ideas and faith; all they have is an invisible and inexplicable anger that could erupt at any moment.

The city's young people struggle with multiple personality disorder, bewildered and unsure of "who I am".

Most of them never get ahead, either leaving or disappearing into obscurity.

Ron seemed to foresee Mumbai's future "decline," but he had no intention of changing anything.

This is India, this is Mumbai, the magical city.

No one can control it; all you can do is go with the flow.

Instead of wasting time and energy on meaningless things, it's better to enjoy life with a lighthearted attitude.

Well, Ron has recently teamed up with Chopra again to work on that movie.

It's now the end of 99, and this film, which Chopra poured a lot of effort into, took two years to shoot.

There is one last gangster scene left, which will be filmed in the Kama Compound slum.

The people of Kama Estate eagerly awaited the return of Bollywood to its homeland.

The big star is about to step off the screen and come right in front of you, almost within reach.

Which celebrity is coming? Is it Karisma Kapur or Shah Rukh Khan? It depends on which version of the rumor you believe.

Chopra wanted the most realistic gangster movie, so Ron introduced him to Mumbai's darkest underground kingdom.

He had Johnny bring in real gangsters to ensure the gangster scene could be filmed smoothly.

Johnny called over forty of his men to maintain order at the scene, and their method of controlling the crowd was to push and shove.

Chopra witnessed a tall man named Fareed slapping a bystander four times. The bystander was a stunned Bihar laborer who looked up at Fareed with a mixture of shame, anger, and fear. He seemed to want to say something, but ultimately lacked the courage.

Police officers who witnessed the whole thing rushed forward and beat the crowd with bamboo sticks with iron tips.

The batons struck soft bodies, and the crowd screamed. Children ran for their lives under the waving batons, while adults fled along the paths.

There was nothing we could do; too many people had come after hearing the news, and many of them weren't even from the Kama compound, but rather passersby from outside.

To ensure safety on set, both gangsters and police were deployed.

Who knows what will happen to these idle Indian men when they see Bollywood actresses?

It is very dangerous when the masses start to blindly follow or become fanatical.

Today is truly a big day for the Karma compound.

“They’ll be back in five minutes,” Johnny said.

Within five minutes, the people who had just fled returned.

The small workshops in the Kama compound have ceased operations, the butcher shop and tailor shop are not interested in doing business, and the pancake vendor in front of the filming location is kneading dough with unprecedented enthusiasm.

People lingered in front of the pancake stalls, and when chased away by the police or Johnny's men, they would make an excuse that they were waiting for the pancakes to be ready and refused to leave easily.

The roof above the people was made of corrugated iron, which became scorching hot under the sun. There were at least twenty people standing on it, some almost hanging upside down from the eaves, all barefoot on the scorching roof.

The house next door has a hole in it, and through the hole you can see the faces of three children, like cherubim peering out from the dense forest.

The other children climbed onto the rooftops overlooking the backyard, but were frequently chased off the roof by the adults, thus getting out of the film crew's view.

The humorous police officer parked his motorcycle outside and jokingly advised the onlookers, "There's nothing to see here. Let's go, let's go, go back and take care of your parents. Sanjay Dutt and Littik won't be here until four o'clock. You can still make it in time to queue up!"

That's right, the crew is tied up right now, the female lead is very busy, busy having in-depth discussions with Mr. Su.

(End of this chapter)