A New India
Chapter 271 - 271: Misinformation

As Sun rose over the towns of Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, and Punjab.

It showed desolation and chaos as this is where the seeds of chaos had blossomed into an uncontrollable wildfire.

The air was full with tension as misinformation spread like poison through the veins of these states.

What had begun as protests against the State Reorganization Bill quickly spiraled into violence, fueled by fear, anger, and the cunning manipulation of local leaders.

In a small village near Kanpur, a crowd had gathered at the local temple courtyard.

An influential local leader, Ram Charan Tiwari, stood on a makeshift stage, his voice booming with anger.

His rhetoric was full with fear-mongering and half-truths, designed to incite panic.

"Broth

ers, the government wants to divide us, take away our land, our identity!" Tiwari yelled, waving his arms dramatically.

"Do you think they care about us? Braj Pradesh? Purvanchal? What will be left of Uttar Pradesh? Our history, our culture gone! Do you want to become slaves in your own land?"

The crowd murmured anxiously, nodding in agreement.

An elderly farmer in the crowd hesitated, his voice trembling as he asked, "But isn't the government saying this is for development? Won't smaller states mean better governance?"

Tiwari's eyes narrowed, and he pointed an accusatory finger. "Who told you this? The same government that's planning to take your land? Let me tell you something, this 'development' is a lie. They will come with bulldozers tomorrow and leave you homeless!"

The murmurs grew louder, turning into angry shouts.

Women clutched their children, and men clenched their fists, their fear morphing into rage.

In Bihar, the tension was even worse.

In Patna, a large group of protestors armed with sticks, sickles, and makeshift weapons marched towards the district magistrate's office, chanting slogans against the government.

"Down with the reorganization! Down with the traitors in Delhi!"

The police, outnumbered and visibly nervous, formed a barricade at the entrance.

Inspector Ramesh Yadav, who led the local force, stepped forward with a megaphone.

"Disperse immediately! This is an unlawful gathering. We will use force if necessary."

The leader of the mob, a fiery young man named Deepak Kumar, sneered at the inspector. "Unlawful? What about this government taking our homes and rights? What will you do, shoot us? Go ahead!"

The mob surged forward, breaking through the barricades.

Chaos erupted as the police fired tear gas into the crowd.

Protestors retaliated with stones, smashing windows and setting government vehicles ablaze.

"Hold the line!" Inspector Yadav shouted to his men, but the mob's numbers overwhelmed them.

A young constable fell to the ground as a protestor struck him with a bamboo pole.

The sound of gunfire cracked through the air as the police fired warning shots, but it only seemed to inflame the mob further.

In Punjab, the situation deteriorated rapidly as local leaders exploited fears about the proposed division of the state.

In a hate speech at a village gurudwara, Baldev Singh, a politically ambitious figure, declared, "They want to divide Punjab! They want to weaken our Sikh brothers and hand our lands to outsiders. Are we going to stand by and let this happen?"

One young farmer stood up, confused. "But sir, didn't the government say this is to help us? To make administration easier?"

Baldev scoffed. "That's what they want you to believe! Tomorrow, they'll take your fields, your water, and your rights. This is a betrayal of Punjab! Pick up your swords and defend your land!"

The fear spread like wildfire, and soon, the streets of Amritsar were filled with protestors, some wielding traditional weapons, others carrying crude firearms.

In Uttar Pradesh, the riots reached a horrifying peak.

In Varanasi, protestors clashed with police near the Kashi Vishwanath Temple.

Tear gas canisters rolled down the narrow lanes, and the air was full of smoke and cries of panic.

A young protestor, barely eighteen, hurled a stone at the police, shouting, "They'll take our land and give it to the rich! Fight for your rights!"

Inspector Arjun Pandey, leading the local force, shouted through his megaphone, "Disperse now! We don't want to harm you!"

But the mob was relentless.

Fires broke out in nearby shops, and the police were forced to retreat as the protestors advanced with crude bombs and Molotov cocktails.

In Bihar, the scene was no different.

In Gaya, a group of armed men raided a police station, looting weapons and setting the building on fire.

The district magistrate, overwhelmed by the chaos, called for reinforcements from neighboring states.

In Punjab, a small village near Ludhiana became the site of a tragic clash.

A group of protestors, misled into believing that the government planned to demolish their homes, confronted a police unit sent to restore order.

An elderly farmer pleaded with the protestors. "Don't fight! This violence won't solve anything. We'll lose everything if we continue like this."

But his words were drowned out by the roar of the mob.

In the ensuing clash, the police were forced to open fire.

The farmer, caught in the crossfire, fell to the ground, his cries lost in the chaos.

As the reports poured in, Rohan's frustration boiled over.

Sitting in his office with Neeraj, Rao, and Atma, he demanded answers. "How did it get this bad? Why didn't we see this coming?"

Rao spoke carefully. "Sir, the scale of misinformation was unprecedented. These leaders have turned fear into a weapon. The people don't trust the government because they've been told we're their enemy."

Rohan's voice was ice cold. "Then we need to act. This is no more in the realm of poltics this is betrayal by these leaders and breaking integrity of this nation."

He turned to Neeraj. "Prepare the broadcast fast the people need to hear the truth from me. Otherwise god knows what will happen to this country."

Then looking at Rao and Atma he spoke in a very serious tone.

"How's is the list coming about of leaders and other involved in this riots".

Rao cleared his throat and replied nervously.

"Sir we are trying out best and as if right now we have 60 people marked but if I may speak frankly you can expect around 200 people. This won't be like Operation Shield sir.. people will notice".

Rohan looking at Rao directly in his eyes.

"Just give me the damn list fast".