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|Making Messiah (standard:Fan Fiction, 1381 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Mar 05 2013||Views/Reads: 1356/885||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|In democracy to get elected. a candidate has to be a super star or better a messiah. If one follows a 3-step process, any person can become a messaiah.|
Making of Messiah Subba Rao “Welcome to our show OM for open mind, as you know we invite people from all walks of life to open their mind on this show to share their views without any inhibitions or reservations, this way you can reach out to millions of our audience,” said Subhash Indrajit Roy (SIR) the talk show host. He gave a warm welcoming introduction to Mama, a political leader representing the people of oppressed castes in Southern India. “Thank you for having me on your show, I appreciate the opportunity to open my mind to the millions of your audience,” concluded Mama making himself comfortable taking a sip of water placed near him. “First of all, please explain why people call you Mama or uncle?” “Well, though mama means uncle it is a made up abbreviation for two caste names that start with Ma in our state, as you know the people that born into these castes were treated like dirt and looked down as untouchables for thousands of years in our country,” Mama wiped his eyes. “Born into an upper caste of no choice of mine, I have no words to express the deep sorry and sympathy for the disgusting treatment laid upon your members of the caste but with legislation to protect your rights and open opportunities in education and employment, your caste made significant headway in the society, is it not?” Sir was very sympathetic to Mama. “Yes, in the last forty years, we made progress in most fields, some of the members of our caste were now prominent doctors, engineers, businessmen and administrators in various government departments but we still remain as outsiders in state politics.” “Please explain your outsider status in politics.” “Numerically in every constituency we make up a significant portion of the electorate and yet we never get a ticket from the two major political parties to contest seats, this is unfair and unjust. We started our own political party called Chanda Mama with our party symbol a full moon in dark sky. As you know Chanda Mama means moon that shines only during the night as we were shoved into menial tasks during night like clearing night-soil for ages. Unfortunately we were not Click here to read the rest of this story (205 more lines)
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