Chapter 268 How to Become a Great Immortal
Mo Daxian was born in Wardnagar, a backward town in Gujarat.
There is no road, let alone a cement bicycle lane.
Camels often laboriously pull wooden carts along the dirt roads, piled high with wood. From time to time, women walk by with buckets of water on their heads.
The town was relatively unpopular, with the dilapidated roof of a temple looming among the wooden houses. The streets were dotted with small window shops selling groceries and the occasional tea stall.
Modi's caste is Ganchi, which means people who make cooking oil in Sanskrit, and he belongs to the Vaishya sub-caste.
When he was born, Wardnagar was small and poor, with no electricity and no running water.
Education levels are low, medical care is practically non-existent, and apart from the occasional Bollywood film in the town's small theater, there's a railway line to Ahmedabad.
At that time, the average life expectancy of Indians was only around 30 years old, and more than 80% of people were illiterate.
Mo Di's family of nine lived in a cramped mud house with a tin 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. There were mostly small stalls like this or rickshaw pullers doing cool labor around him.
The train station has only one platform and a narrow railway track. A yellow awning made of corrugated board serves as the platform, and the name of the town is written on the roof.
The school was just opposite the railway station, and after school Modi would go to the tea stall to help out. He would carry a teapot and cups and run into the train compartment to ask if any passengers wanted some tea.
This childhood was common to most children in India, except for Modi, who loved to go to the village parade ground outside the town.
From the age of eight, when he came home from school, he would either help out at the tea stall or drop his schoolbag and run to join the National Volunteer Corps.
At the rally, a group of men and boys in uniforms and khaki shorts, armed with sticks, performed group exercises and sang patriotic songs.
This is a right-wing Hindu organization with millions of members across India and branches in almost every city.
Mahatma Gandhi was from Gujarat, and the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) was also born in Gujarat.
In the end, Gandhi fell at the hands of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh), which sounds ironic.
Because of this incident, the RSS was banned three times over the past few decades. Henunu said, "These people have Mahatma Gandhi's blood on their hands."
This organization does not nominate candidates itself, but has great political influence. The BJP was born from it.
Many high-ranking politicians in the party were members of the National Support Group in the early days.
As a child, Modly loved attending such semi-military gatherings, and he would also go to school to give impromptu speeches to his classmates on the need to respect Indian soldiers.
He could speak for ten to fifteen minutes each time, and his public speaking skills began to be honed from that time.
Under the influence of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh, Mody 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 did not like the marriage arranged for him by his family, and was engaged to a girl named Jasudaben from the neighboring village when he was still a toddler.
At the age of eighteen, Modi was forced by his family to marry a woman who was one year younger than him, but this was obviously contrary to his personal wishes.
Not long after, he ran away from home, reportedly to go on a pilgrimage to the Himalayas.
Two years later, Modi returned home with a small bag of clothes, but before his mother could be happy, he packed his bags and set off again the next morning, this time leaving forever.
He first went to help his uncles at a tea stall in Ahmedabad, but soon resigned as he did not like this monotonous life.
He later became a full-time member of the National Support Corps, running errands for 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 principle of celibacy and abstinence.
It is hard to imagine Indian men being associated with the word abstinence; even Gandhi failed.
But the immortal is the immortal, he has a strong will and strong opinions.
He made rapid progress in the National Volunteer Corps and was soon promoted to propaganda officer.
Because of his publicity work, Mo Di often traveled between towns, sometimes on foot, sometimes on a scooter.
His oratory skills were further enhanced and soon became his trademark.
During the years when India was in a state of emergency, the RSS, as a thorn in Indira Gandhi's side, was the main target of attack.
Mo Di could only hide from place to place, and sometimes had to disguise himself and flee from one city to another.
He even dressed like a Sikh, complete with a big black beard, sunglasses and a white turban.
His main task during those years was to print and distribute pamphlets opposing the Emergency, and as a result, the Congress Party became his lifelong enemy.
His influence within the organization grew, and he began writing brochures himself and visited major cities in India, including the political center of New Delhi.
Many people's impression of him is that he is confident, good at argument and extremely charming, who dares to confront difficulties and can persuade others.
By the mid-1980s, Mody had attracted the attention of higher-ups and was transferred to work in the newly established Bharatiya Janata Party.
In the early stages, the focus was on gaining the support of three groups: conservative upper-caste groups, small business owners, and people from the Hindu ideological system.
Modi was finding his feet more and more, and he was doing an excellent job, especially in the campaign.
The most important one was in 1990, when he assisted BJP leader Adniwa in organizing a march to incite public opinion, known as the "Chariot March."
During this period, Adniwa traveled across most parts of India in a Toyota truck decorated to look like a chariot from Hindu mythology.
Their demand is to demolish the Babri Temple in Uttar Pradesh and build a Ram temple on its site.
Yes, that’s right, it’s the Babri Steamed Temple that triggered the 1992 India-Pamukkale conflict.
Mo Daxian has contributed to this, including the Mumbai bombings last year.
Since then, he has established connections with the top leaders of the BJP, and has especially been appreciated by leader Adniwa.
However, there are also fierce struggles within the BJP, and there have been frictions between Modi and senior party leader Vaghela.
In 1992, he was forced out of politics and subsequently established a school in Ahmedabad.
But less than two years later, at Adniwa's insistence, he was recalled to work in the BJP this year.
The five-yearly state election is approaching, and the Chief Minister of Gujarat will be replaced in February or March next year.
All major parties are gearing up, and the top leaders of the BJP are also determined to win next year's election.
In Gujarat, 90% of the population are Hindus, and the BJP has become strong enough after years of development.
If it wins the election next year, it will be the first time that the BJP comes to power in Gujarat, which is of great significance.
Modly is a well-known agitator in the party, especially good at election work.
Therefore, for the sake of the overall situation, the struggle within the party entered a trough, and Adeniwa brought back Modi who was kicked out.
As soon as he returned to the BJP office, Mody got into character.
He arrived at the location between five and eight in the morning and arranged for four or five young people to call several candidates at the same time.
Most candidates are asleep at this time, and it takes four or five minutes before someone answers the call.
While the young man is waking up the candidate, he will first talk to one or two other people.
After finishing these, he began to actively contact business owners to win votes or talk to them about attracting investment.
It was under such circumstances that Ron received a call from Mo Daxian, the election organizer of the BJP.
The BJP headquarters in Gujarat is 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 broad highways disappeared, traffic became congested, and the air was seriously polluted.
Although it is already November, the midday sun in Gujarat is still scorching hot, with temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius.
The BJP headquarters is a three-story modern building located near the Sabarmati River. The party flag with the lotus symbol droops on the wall, as if it has wilted from the high temperature.
When Ron arrived, there were newspaper reporters waiting in the yard, apparently wanting to interview a politician.
Perhaps because they were impatient with waiting, many staff members hid under the trees nearby to cool off.
Led by the receptionist, Ron walked into the first-floor lobby, where a colorful sandbox with a map of India marked with the BJP's headquarters in various states.
Occasionally, slogans from supporters could be heard outside, but because of the hot weather, the shouting seemed weak.
Ron was taken into an office where Mo Daxian was sitting there making a phone call.
He had slightly thick lips and a well-groomed beard, and wore a brown kurta and gold-rimmed glasses.
Ron knew it was him at first sight. That beard was so distinctive, still jet black and not gray yet.
Mo Di was full of energy. He only had time to raise his head after dealing with four or five calls in a row.
"Hello, Mr. Soul." He stood up and came over to greet.
"Hello." Ron nodded at him.
“Mr. Adeniwa happens to be free, let’s go meet him.”
Mo Di is a decisive person. He has a cold personality but strong execution ability.
But because he has worked in publicity, he has excellent eloquence.
On the way upstairs to his office, he kept talking, telling Ron all the advantages of opening a factory in Gujarat.
State elections are not just about shouting slogans; you also need to have some solid political achievements or promises.
For example, what factories will be introduced after taking office, how many jobs will be provided, and how many public facilities will be built.
It would be best if you could reach a verbal agreement with well-known manufacturers in advance and gain their support.
Party spokespersons can use this incident to brag to the media about what exciting projects will be launched after they come to power.
Of course, as a businessman who stands up for them, you will also receive generous rewards that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
That's how Ron was attracted here, otherwise why would he travel all the way to Gujarat where he was unfamiliar with the place?
The BJP, which has just emerged, is still worth making friends with.
(End of this chapter)
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