Making Messiah (standard:Fan Fiction, 1381 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Mar 05 2013	Views/Reads: 2686/1818	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.

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getting the attention we deserve in the public or in media while the 

two major political parties dominated by the upper castes were getting 

all the media attention,” Mama looked frustrated. 

“Do you know why either you or your party Chanda Mama not 

getting any traction to attract the voters?” Sir looked at Mama, as if 

he was looking at a student in a classroom. 

“No, I don't.  We are getting votes from members of our caste 

but none from other castes particularly the upper castes,” Mama looked 

clueless. 

“Because your party has no messiah to spread the brand name to 

the voters across the state to get elected.” Sir concluded with 

condescending look. 

“What you mean messiah?” Mama looked confused. 

“The two other political parties each have their own messiah on 

their side. On their name recognition and strength, candidates with no 

standing at all were getting elected. In election campaigns you notice 

the candidates stand along large cut-outs of their messiah to attract 

and excite the people to vote for them. How your party expect to get 

recognition and win elections without an eye catching and vote getting 

messiah?” Sir looked at Mama with a serious look. 

“Well, we have Mr. Ambedkar born into untouchable caste and yet 

became the architect of Indian constitution,” Mama looked proud while 

mentioning the name of Ambedkar. 

“True, but he died over 5 decades ago and people only remember 

him on this death anniversary. You need a living messiah.” Sir was 

affirmative. 

“There is no living messiah among our caste,” Mama gave a blank 

look. 

“Consider yourself a messiah.” Sir stretched his both hands 

with palm open pointing towards Mama as if he was looking at a messiah. 

“What?  How I could be a messiah?” Mama was in disbelief. 

“Anybody can become a messiah; it is a three step process. The 

first step in making a messiah is to become a movie actor, a famous 

one.” 

“We have no movie actors from our caste currently, as matter of 

fact no movie producer wants to caste anybody from our caste in their 

movies. The movie industry is dominated by upper caste, if any, our 

caste people get minor roles as extras in only fight scenes,” Mama gave 

an earnest reply. 

“You can be a movie star.” 

“Me, a movie star?  You can see I am totally bald and with my 

stutter I have trouble completing a sentence let alone delivering a 

dialogue.” 

“Being bald is a plus for an actor, any kind of wig to suit the 

character would easily fit a bald head like yours and you just lip sync 

your dialogues while others would dub dialogues for you.” 

“As you can see I am not good looking or worse I am downright 

ugly, my parents have to pay a big dowry to a woman to marry me,” Mama 

was really opened his mind and heart. 

“Beauty is in beholder's eyes, in the eyes of your movie fans 

you will become a handsome god or even a sex symbol, you have to 

believe in yourself.” 

“But I don't have acting skills at all.” 

“You don't need any prior acting experience; with a good 

director, great dance music and plenty scenes of violence and romancing 

with fair skin women, you will be a successful movie star,” 

“Why I should I become an actor with all the improvising? Are 

you serious Sir?” 

“To become a messiah, you have to become a movie actor, a super 

star first,” revealed Sir in a matter of fact way. “Say, how many 

people of your caste live in the state?” 

“I would say around 40% of 100 million are from our oppressed 

castes.” 

“OK, if you can mobilize most members of your caste to see your 

movies to make money for your producers, you will become a movie star 

over night, I have no doubt in my mind,” Sir closed his case. 

“Certainly with caste feeling running high among our 

population, I am certain my people will patronize my movies.” 

“That's all you need to become a super star over night, after 

few super hit movies with your movie poster cut-outs exhibited all over 

the state, you will become a messiah for your people throughout the 

state.” 

“Yes, yes,” Mama was gripping with excitement. 

“Then as a messiah you will become very popular among the 

general population.” 

“And then?” Mama looked anxious. 

“The third and final step for you the movie star turned messiah 

is to become the leader of your political party Chanda Mama to get 

elected and help others in your party to get elected. Without a living 

messiah, your people will never get equal standing with people of upper 

castes in politics,” concluded Sir. 

“My name Mama while popular now, doesn't sound right for an 

actor,” Mama expressed his doubt. 

“Since your party symbol is Chanda Mama or moon, Chandra is 

another name for moon, you can call yourself ‘Chandra Kanth or moon 

light,” suggested Sir. 

“Brilliant idea; the name Chandra Kanth sound stylish for a 

movie star and with this name I will get millions of fans across the 

caste lines to become the next messiah to lead  our Chanda Mama party 

to power to  kick the upper caste members from the legislative assembly 

for good,” Mama got all animated in expressing his feelings. 

“Well, Mt. Chandra Kanth, you have work cut out for your and I 

hope to see your movie poster cut-outs all over the place soon,' 

concluded Sir. 

“Thank you sir, your insight helped me to open my mind and 

showed a path way to success in politics.  You will see a super star 

Chandra Kanth turned messiah to show his viswarupa to become the choice 

of the people across the castes in coming elections,” Mama looked 

overwhelmed from the life changing event, thanks to Sir, the popular TV 

talk show host everybody loves to watch. The talk show host Sir became 

so popular, his face appears in a small square 24/7 on TV channel SIR 

named after him. 


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