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Modi Mire


As was predicted by every other opinion poll, Narendra Modi has once again emerged victorious in Gujarat Assembly Elections for the third time. This victory can be attributed to several different reasons including progressive governance, Modi’s own charisma, lack of strong opposition and Congress’ monolithic election strategies based on secularist claims. Modi has not only shut all the allegations against him, he has also proved his supremacy in Gujarat by winning a majority in Saurashtra in spite of the rebellion by veteran Keshu Bhai Patel. However foreseeable the results were for Gujarat polls, it will certainly have interesting implications on India’s national politics.

This election has put the leadership of BJP in dilemma. This was not an ordinary BJP versus Congress, but Narendra Modi against everyone else and he emerged victorious. The election has generated wide support for Modi especially among the party workers and ratified his claims for centre’s chair. But, the several allies in NDA are still not ready for Modi’s leadership including Nitish Kumar’s JDU. Now the question in front of BJP is whether to contain Modi or convince allies. For now it seems BJP plans for the former, they may try to foster Modi’s support for some so-called acceptable leadership. But, the question is for how long BJP can refrain from Modi who at present appears to be party’s only real hope for Raisina Hill?    

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