Budhua was angry young man few years back . He hated system , He hated crime, he hated lack of leadership and he hated corruption.He was so anguished that he was willing to take part in any movement , any action — be soft or violent. 

e would just agree to any thing which was related to government removal. Budhua was desperate and wanted quick solution to his problems — jobs, health, and clean system to ensure that he and his fellow Indians are happy. He thought, similar to others, that he was the true citizen and time had come to show the government the exit gate.

Budhua did succeed one day and he got the true Sarkar. He felt happy and delighted. It was like dream coming true and he could see his bright future and he was convinced that life has just started — at last.

But , dreams are dreams , they are only sold or they are dreamed. For last few months, Budhua was agitated, frustrated, disturbed and silent and pondering — Things are not same? One thing still is the same — He thinks the same way as he used to think few years back. 

He thinks that his money is not safe in bank and people are suffering. He thinks that onion and Tomato prices have risen exorbitantly. But still there is no movement or agitation. He thinks petrol prices are still high and jobs are not there. But still no body is talking. He thinks that young generation has no future and it is difficult to have right education at right price. But still there is silent. Things are not same? Things are same?

Budhua has decided to vote again. And decided to unfollow everybody and told himself — let’s do the same thing again. Vote for another party. Yes vote for the new party.

One day before the voting day, he was sitting with his friends. They all are jobless. And they all seemed very happy. They were discussing all positive things — new measures, new nationalism, new actions, new wars , new India, new power, new launches, new findings and new history. No-body seemed disturbed. Some of them also made fun of him in between. Because he is Budhua.

And the day came again — Voting day. He waited till noon. Last time he voted by 9AM. He waited because he wanted some answers. So he waited. But time was running it was already late.He slowly made up his mind and went out to vote. On the way,he found his Sarkar everywhere. He checked in the polling booth, showed his voting card — THE POWER. Before entering the polling- booth room he again checked the list of all the candidates participating in the election. He checked and read their name slowly. He checked their party symbols. He was very slow. Finding the answer. And he entered the room.

He went inside, selected and pressed the button . He told himself , at least my vote still directly goes and reaches to Sarkar. This machine is just a medium. Budhua — voted again.