Chapter 317 Dilemma
Muna returned half an hour later. Instead of entering his shack-like home, he got directly into his creaking Maruti Suzuki.
Old Rutu, Aunt Leila, and the other women in the family all stood by the roadside and watched Muna's car drive out.
They stared at him in amazement, wondering why this guy didn't even go home and apologize.
Muna saw Old Rutu wave her fist, which was as thin as a dry branch, at him, but he stepped on the accelerator and drove straight past them.
As the car passed the bazaar, Muna glanced into the tea shop: the spider-like figures were still busy at the tables, the rickshaw pullers were lined up in the back, and the guy on a bicycle across the river who was promoting the adult film of the day had just started riding in circles.
The scenery on both sides passed quickly from the car window: green fields, bushes, woods, buffaloes napping leisurely in the mud of the pond, creeping grass and jungle, rice fields, coconut groves, banana plantations, neem trees, banyan trees, and buffaloes peeking up at him from the grass.
A shirtless child was riding a buffalo on the side of the road. When he saw Muna, he waved his fists and shouted excitedly.
Muna really wanted to yell at him: "Yes! I feel the same as you! I will never act like an animal again!"
Kana Village, which once made him feel at home, now felt suffocating.
Why? In just one year, everything seemed to have changed.
Yes, just like the cement road under your feet, it was created too suddenly and is out of place.
The roar of machinery came from afar, and the outline of a huge industrial center suddenly came into view.
Muna took a deep breath, the smell of civilization.
The Sur Cement Plant had expanded several times over the past year, and the three towering red and white power plant chimneys reached the sky.
Countless trucks enter and leave the factory every day. Looking from above, they look like ants in an ant nest scattering tirelessly.
Muna has a dormitory in the factory, a single room!
He no longer had to huddle with that nasty Dorje, who used to chant "Om, Om, Om" in his face every morning.
He has more time to read and think.
After parking the tattered car in the open space, Muna went upstairs without stopping.
"Master." He smiled and stepped forward to salute.
"You're back." Ron raised his hand to signal him not to be so polite.
"Except for the section from the factory to Varanasi, the roads in the entire Purvancha area are terrible. Master, your name is being chanted everywhere."
"Let's leave things like road construction to the federal government." Ron shook his head with a toothache.
The 60km cement road was certainly a pleasure to drive on, but the cost was also staggering: 20,000 tons of cement, worth 40 million rupees.
This does not include the construction costs. In order to open this main line, Ron invested more than 50 million.
Of course, the benefits are also obvious. The cement coming out of the factory can be loaded onto a freight train departing from Varanasi in less than an hour.
It is no exaggeration to say that this road is the lifeline of the Sur Cement Plant.
"How was your trip this time? What did you gain?" Ron put down the documents in his hand and waved his hand for Muna to sit down.
"There are more than six million people with the surname Harvi in the Pufancha region, and their lives are not very good, just like the old Kana Village."
"Did you talk to them?"
"Yes, the Halves all yearn for their own representation, for glory and the power they deserve."
“It’s surprising,” Ron lamented, “that there are so many halvas in Uttar Pradesh, but no corresponding political party has emerged.”
"Master, the prerequisite for a caste regime is 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 a lot I don't understand." Muna blushed a little.
The master actually said that he was not a half-baked person! Oh my God, this was the best compliment Muna could get.
"Don't worry, what we have the most is time." Ron tapped the table with his fingers. "Why doesn't Harvey have centripetal force?"
"Land, I guess."
"land?"
"Yes, backward castes can only take root in the land and in the countryside. They are born here, grow up here, and die here. The land is everything to them, but it also binds them."
"Because the land does not belong to them, they are just vassals of the landlords and have no say."
"Yes, the only important people they can come into contact with in their lifetime are landlords. That's a wall."
Ron understood that backward castes like the Harvi lacked connections to the upper political class and were trapped.
If ordinary people living here encounter difficulties, they have only two options for help.
One is a landlord, but in Uttar Pradesh, no one is willing to ask the landlord for help unless they are desperate.
The two beasts in Kana Village are a warning to you. They will destroy your family and your loved ones.
Another way is to turn to one’s own caste organization, if any.
The reason why the Yadavs were able to rise in Uttar Pradesh is that they have their own mutual aid organizations based on the community.
When the government's vertical management finds it difficult to reach the grassroots level, organizations within the caste complete the replacement.
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 other backward castes have never successfully transformed.
It’s not that other castes don’t have political parties, but there are no caste parties with much influence, and they are all just small-scale parties.
The same is true for Harvey. They are trapped by the land and most of them are illiterate. What political party is there to talk about?
"There are only two ways to make Harvey gather centripetal force." Ron had a rough idea in his head.
"What method?" Muna was curious.
"Liberate the land, or open up their connection with the upper echelons."
Liberate the Land Muna's eyes dimmed instantly, that's impossible.
The British came, but the problem was not solved. After independence, Henunu came to power, but the problem was not solved either.
There is no cutting of lives in India and there will never be cutting of lives.
As for establishing political ties with the upper echelons, Muna looked at his master.
"Let's talk about other backward castes." Ron suddenly changed the subject.
"Kulmi, Lodhi, Rajpal and Moria are relatively better off. Some of their people are involved in politics, but they are not as influential as Yadav."
“Are these the backward castes of Purvancha district?”
“Yes, but it is not limited to the east. These castes also gather in other parts of Uttar Pradesh, including Halvi.”
Uttar Pradesh is a large country located in the Gangetic Plain, making it a natural location for ethnic migration.
Over thousands of years, the castes living on this land have long since spread everywhere.
Take the example of Halvi. Apart from Purvancha district, there is also a large concentration of Halvi in the Rohilkhand region of Uttar Pradesh, on the back of the wild boar’s neck.
It is a low-lying alluvial area that produces a lot of sugarcane, so there is naturally no shortage of "sugar makers".
However, East Anchal, also known as the Chavanpur area, has the largest number of low castes, and is therefore known as a filthy place.
Why is the crime rate highest in the frenzied East? Because it's filled with low-caste, untouchable people, many of whom, desperate for shelter, resort to low-cost businesses.
“You should reach out to these castes more often and, when appropriate, hint at job opportunities at the Sur Cement Plant.”
"Yes, Master." Muna cheered up.
"What about the election? How are the two parties fighting?"
"We play opposite roles every day, but that's all."
Ron nodded, gaining a general understanding of the political landscape in Uttar Pradesh during this period.
He had only been back for a week, and since it was nearing the end of the year, he hadn't had time to visit the various gods and demons.
The general election in Uttar Pradesh is expected in March next year, less than four months away.
The Outer Socialist Party, Yadav's party, is locked in a fierce contest with Mayawati's Bahasa Samaj Party.
I don’t know if it’s because of the rise of Sur, especially the birth of the Sur cement plant and mine.
Yadav has made an extremely brilliant political achievement, and he did not fall directly because of the "hotel incident" in Lucknow.
According to the normal historical progress, after the "hotel incident" broke out, Yadav and Mayawati broke up completely.
The coalition government originally formed by the two parties was dissolved on the same day, and Yadav stepped down hastily before completing his five-year term as chief minister.
As a result, Ron's butterfly wings flapped his wings, and although the "hotel incident" could not be avoided, Yadav actually survived.
There is no way, the Sur Cement Plant, the mine, and Sur Electric Appliances in Lucknow are too embarrassing.
It has contributed tens of thousands of jobs and solved the employment problem of 5% of unemployed young people in Uttar Pradesh.
Many people recognized Yadav's contributions, so his political team did not completely collapse.
However, Yadav's situation remains very grim. Without the support of the Bharatiya Samajwadi Party (BSP), his coalition government is on the verge of collapse.
But the BJP is secretly fanning the flames. Even if Yadav can hold on until next year, he will be in danger in the next general election.
Yes, the BJP also has political power in Uttar Pradesh, but it does not have the upper hand at the moment.
They chose to form an alliance with Mayawati's Bahasa Samaj Party and prepare to overthrow Yadav's rule.
So Yadav is in big trouble now. The day after Ron came back, he couldn't wait to send out an invitation.
Ron delayed for a few days, citing planning the strategic development of the cement plant.
On the one hand, the BJP called him, and on the other hand, he also wanted to understand the political situation in Uttar Pradesh first.
The reason why Muna has been running out frequently recently is because he received orders from Ron.
The grassroots can best reflect the trends of the election, and the votes in their hands determine how much benefit they can gain.
Only poor people vote, while rich people prefer to trade.
The poorer the place, the more likely elections become a frenzy. This is a disease.
India has three major diseases: typhoid, cholera and election fever, the last of which is particularly serious.
People with this disorder will talk endlessly about things in which they have no say.
Muna walked around the Purvancha district and everywhere he looked, he heard people talking about next year's elections.
The Socialists' opponent, the Popular Socialist Party, seems to be much stronger this time.
They produced pamphlets and distributed them everywhere, and preached loudly with microphones on buses and trucks.
The Socialist Party (SP) is also unwilling to be left out. Wherever there is the Popular Socialist Party (BSP), there will be an arena for competition.
After roughly understanding the situation, Ron decided to go and meet those monsters.
(End of this chapter)
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