I am a master in India

Chapter 61 Bollywood?
Buying the land was not a whim of Ron.

After his first conversation with Khad Khan, he had thought about doing business outside of tourism.

The city of Mumbai operates with both black and white going hand in hand. Only when you go deeper will you discover the intricacies within it.

Ron didn't intend to keep his money clean; that wouldn't work. But he was always trying to keep it as transparent as possible.

The piece of land in the city center was a precautionary measure. He had some ideas and wanted to give them a try.

But Kavya couldn't give him any definite information for the time being, so the first priority now was to take good care of those students.

The first three days were arranged uniformly, and Ron mainly took them to famous attractions, such as the Gateway of India, the Taj Mahal Hotel, Victoria Railway Station, Churchgate Station, Elephanta Caves, etc.

Most of these places have a long history and their architectural styles are very suitable as sketching subjects for art students.

After three days, we will go to the Hindu temple, the Muslim Mosque, the Sikh Golden Temple, the Catholic Cathedral, the Zoroastrian Tower of Silence and so on in different routes.

There will be various entertainment activities in between, such as visiting the market, taking a tuk-tuk, enjoying a performance at the Royal Opera House, and enjoying a sumptuous dinner at the Taj Mahal five-star hotel.
Well, all of the above items cost money, including the three-wheeled tuk-tuk!
What? A three-wheeled motorcycle costs 10 pounds per person!

This is not an ordinary three-wheeled motorcycle. The dozen or so tuk-tuks that Ron found are all yellow and green in color.

A group of people took to the streets in a mighty procession, sometimes forming an "S" and sometimes forming a "B", so majestic!
In short, the routes for the next few days will cost money. Since we have accepted this business, we must make the customers happy no matter what.

Of course, Ron is honest about his money and the service he provides is also excellent. He will never cheat or deceive anyone, and his main goal is to provide peace of mind for your money.

He personally led the unified route for the first three days. Although the students asked questions here and there, the overall process went smoothly.

On the fifth day, problems began to arise on the route Anand and his team were responsible for.

Ron hadn't sat down for long when he was called over by phone.

When he hurried to the Tandy restaurant, several students were arguing with the lobby manager.

Sanjay, who was supposed to lead the team, was standing outside at a loss, looking anxious.

When he saw Ron coming over, he was both ashamed and angry, and even his brown skin couldn't hide the redness on his face.

"Ron Baba." He muttered, not daring to look up at Ron's eyes.

"I know, it's not your fault." Ron comforted and squeezed forward.

"Sorry, sir, I'm their leader." He greeted the restaurant's lobby manager first, then turned to look at the students, "What happened?"

"They're discriminating against their own people! Oh my God, this isn't fair!"

"That's right, they wouldn't let Sanjay in, saying he was an untouchable. This is a complete demeaning act!"

"It's hard to imagine this happening in a democratic country!"

The students complained about the other party's outrageous behavior, but the restaurant manager remained unmoved and kept a cold face.

"OK, I roughly know what happened. Now let's find a nice restaurant and sit down to talk it over. I guarantee their food will be so delicious that you won't be able to walk!"

"He hasn't apologized for his actions yet, we can't just let it go!", "He's right, we're going to file a complaint against him!"

"Listen to me, good guys." Ron had to comfort them, "Since their service is not satisfactory, why not change to another one? We are the customers, and there are many people who are willing to treat us like gods."

The students looked at each other, bewildered. It seemed that this was indeed the case. Judging by the other party's stubborn defiance, they probably didn't expect any compromise.

It was just that because there were female students present, the leading boys felt a little embarrassed. Now that Ron said so.
"Okay, follow me. I promise I won't let you down." Ron handed over a step, and everyone followed him out of the restaurant.

The course of events was simple, and he could guess the reason without the students describing it.

It was simply that the restaurant manager was a high caste man who refused to let Sanjay, a Dalit, in because it would pollute his restaurant and upset the guests.

Then this group of students, who were full of a sense of justice and claimed to be from a civilized world, would of course stand up for Sanjay.

Alas, college students of any age are always so clear-headed and stupid.

If your words had just convinced them to admit their mistakes and correct them, the Indian authorities wouldn't have to worry about the caste issue. But Ron didn't blame them; after all, they were all well-intentioned, and they were seeking justice for his men.

"The manager acted like a gentleman at first, but as soon as he saw Sanjay, he immediately showed his disgust without any concealment. He is a complete hypocrite!" Some students were still indignant.

"That restaurant has been insisting on this class division for many years. The lower and middle classes like Vaishyas and Shudras are not allowed to enter the restaurant, not to mention the Dalits, who he calls untouchables. We usually don't come here."

At this point, Ron suddenly turned around and looked at Sanjay behind him. The latter looked very helpless and said, "I suggested other restaurants, but the students wanted to try it."

At this time, many students also explained that they did not blame Sanjay, it was their idea.

Ron waved his hand, "It's okay, we've arrived at a delicious restaurant."

The owner of the Coast Restaurant was also an acquaintance of Ron's. With his sturdy build, he warmly invited everyone to take a seat. Without Ron's instructions, plates of steaming hot dishes were quickly served.

"Sir, please tell us about India's caste system," a student suggested.

"It's hard to explain in a few words."

"Then keep it simple." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Ron turned around, his red hair, beige knitted jacket, and light-colored trousers, "Mary?"

"Am I here at the right time?" She sat down next to him without any hesitation.

Seeing such a beautiful lady appear, the male students were excited and eager to try, but a few blonde girls felt a little jealous.

"Why are you here at this time?" Ron ordered a glass of cashew fanny for her.

"Yeah," Mary nodded, "but first I want you to hear about the caste system. You know, I'm curious too."

The foreigners at the table all looked at him with great interest. Even Sanjay watched with bated breath, ready to listen to his story.

"Well, the caste system originated from the hymns of the Vedas, also known as the Puranas. Basically, it says that the original man's body evolved into the four castes of today: Brahmins (mouth), Kshatriyas (hands), Vaishyas (legs), and Shudras (feet).

Beyond this, there are the untouchables, or Dalits. The caste system is structured from high to low, with strict divisions of occupation. Later, the term "Varna" (which means color in Sanskrit) was used to distinguish between castes.

Brahmins are white, Kshatriyas are red, Vaishyas are yellow, and Shudras are black. In a sense, this also represents skin color, regarding the strict hierarchy of the caste system." Ron paused, "There are some very bad things. If you want to understand, you can go to the countryside and take a look. Mumbai is already the most open city in India."

In Mumbai, Dalits like Sanjay can work as hawkers or guide foreigners. But in rural areas, especially in the north, it is not easy to survive.

This is why life in Mumbai's slums is so difficult, yet people still flock to it. Compared with the two, one seems to be in the Middle Ages, while the other is a modern civilized society.

"Is caste only found in Hinduism?" Mary asked.

"In the beginning, it was, but Muslims absorbed too many Dalits, and then it was slowly assimilated. Now both Hinduism and Islam have caste systems, and the followers of these two religions combined exceed 94% of India's total population, so you get the idea."

The whole of India operates under the caste system and the constitution cannot change anything.

"Sir, excuse me, what caste do you belong to?" a student asked boldly.

"According to traditional classification, he is considered a Brahmin."

"Then why..." The student looked at Sangjie and hesitated to speak.

"Because Ron Baba is different from others." Sanjay shook his neck and answered happily.

"Every country has enlightened people. That's nothing special. Okay, after lunch, let Sanjay take you to the Marine Drive. The scenery there is beautiful."

After saying this, Ron turned around again and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"Bollywood," Mary said simply.

"Bollywood?" This answer was a little unexpected to him.

(End of this chapter)