Not long ago I was venturing through my ancestral land in Bihar. It was not just any time of the year. It was during a peculiar festival that I was roving through my village. It was the time of the Panchayat ( local body) elections. The colorful streets with flags hoisted at every corner, the untamed enthusiasm of people and the uncanny slogans and marching bands were no less festive than what Times Square is during Christmas and new year. Elections in Bihar is a mega event and undoubtedly the most awaited one. Albeit the democratic purpose behind elections, the real deal in these elections is not so pious. Our driver knew exactly how many votes each candidate will win. He was no soothsayer but still, he knew it all. How? Well, voting in these villages is not based solely on the work of candidates or popularity or even their intentions or vision for development. The people cast their votes based on caste. I know it rhymes! This melody however is a malady that the country i