Modi's Masterstroke: One Move Ten Hits

 

Indian politics, my friends, is less a Parliament and more a travelling circus. The clowns change, the ringmaster remains, and the audience is left guessing what trick will tumble out of the hat next. When Jagdeep Dhankhar suddenly quit the Vice President’s chair, the opposition thought they had struck gold—“Look! Even the BJP can’t keep its own house in order.” But before they could uncork the champagne, Narendra Modi pulled out a rabbit bigger than the hat itself: C.P. Radhakrishnan.

Now, Radhakrishnan is no parachute politician flown in for a photo-op. He is an old RSS hand, groomed in the shakhas, a man who sweated his way through Tamil Nadu’s dusty lanes. By picking him, Modi hasn’t just filled a chair—he has set off political tremors from Chennai to Ranchi. The DMK, forever shouting about Tamil pride, suddenly finds its tongue tied. Why? Because this “pride” now wears saffron, and comes from the OBC community they’ve long claimed as their private pasture.

For the RSS, this is sweet poetry. The organisation turns 100, Modi sings its praises from the Red Fort, and lo and behold—an RSS swayamsevak is nominated as Vice President. Try selling that as coincidence. Inside the BJP too, the message is crystal clear: loyalty and ideology are not wasted coins here. Stick around long enough, and you might just find yourself rubbing shoulders with Ambedkar and Radhakrishnan in the constitutional hall of fame.

But here’s the real trick: with one stroke, Modi has ticked ten boxes. He’s secured Tamil Nadu optics, southern representation, OBC arithmetic, ideological purity, and NDA unity. And in case Rahul Gandhi missed the memo—there’s now a Dalit woman in Rashtrapati Bhavan, an OBC in the PMO, and soon another OBC in the Vice President’s chair. So much for the opposition’s sermon on social justice.

This is not just a nomination—it’s a political checkmate. The opposition has been left scratching their heads, asking: “Do we oppose a Tamil? An OBC? An RSS man? Or the Vice President himself?” Whichever way they move, they lose. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what you call a masterstroke—when the other side doesn’t even know which board they are playing on.