Kishanchand is a poor farmer, an Indian … yet very patriotic. He has never been to school, his parents couldn’t afford one. He doesn’t have any owned land. He ploughs other man’s land … and makes a measly earning.

He loves his country as many among the hordes of deshbhakts (patriots) that appear in media do. Though he doesn’t know how to sing the national anthem, yet he vaguely remembers seeing a Sardar’s photo. Someone told him that this man with a turban is the person who runs the nation.

Kishan’s photo never appeared anywhere … still he loves his motherland. And he knows that there are some deshdrohi (traitors) who sometimes bomb parts of the country and kill men and women. He hates them, and wishes all live peacefully in this country.

Whenever there’s news of bombing causalities and deaths, he thinks about these traitors and wishes Almighty removes them from this land. He also wishes to get two square meals a day – something he knows is not common among many among his brethren.

Kishan is unlucky, and definitely hapless as a poor farmer. The only time he feels lucky is when, during election times, there are leaders in his village. Though many tell him that these people are leaders, he has seldom seen them lead their group of helpless farmers who lead miserable lives.

He wonders – if they are leaders, who do they lead?

Some of his friends tell him that they lead the sarkar (government), but what is sarkar without people like Kishan? He doesn’t understand, but he likes to see these leaders – men and women, who dress well, who look healthy, appear smart and always talk about hope.

Growing up, Kishan has known these leaders as those people who inspire people before votes, and that is what they do best. Nothing more and nothing less … leaders are people who visit people all over the country and make promises. That’s their job, as it’s his job to cultivate land.

As he ploughs hard, these leaders speak about good times ahead. They are professional sweet-talkers! There are times when one leader accuses the other, and this is again where Kishan confuses. Ifall leaders wish to work for the people and for the motherland … why do they fight among themselves? and why is that there’s no action from them after a few days from voting happens.

While such was his life, a strange thing happened. Before the vote, a leader came who he has seen in films – a beautiful looking lady who is also a famous actress!

Kishan was elated. In between his work in farms, he managed to keep himself informed on when she will visit his village. She is young, and looks exactly like the lady of his dreams… the lady who is caring, but suffers yet is so strong … and then gets a wonderful life with her hero.

How he wishes she made his life into the one in his dreams!

During one such meeting, Kishan stopped by and listened to the speech this lady was making in his village. Her voice was tender, her words so soothing and caring. Kishan kept standing and listening to her until she completed her speech.

As she stepped down from the podium, Kishan rushed towards her in an attempt to take her blessing. He went straight up to her and as soon as he could manage to reach within hand-shaking distance, his weak hands touched hers … and fell at her feet.

‘Madam, please help me get food and clothes for my family’, he mumbled softly.

Within seconds, he could feel her hands touching his arms and lifting him in an attempt to make him stand up. Kishan felt blessed, for the lady of her dreams had touched him in this wretched life … and that she would soon change her life forever.

She did bless him … and not before she left the village, Kishan was given five-hundred rupee notes. He was ecstatic … and kept thanking his god. He did vote for her, and came to know that she had won the elections. It was another thing that he never got a chance of seeing the lady again!