I am the Maharaja (Bengal 1902-1910)
In appearance, Bengal had accomplished most of its objectives during the Great War. Its neighbour on the eastern border, Burma, had outright been annexed when previous conflicts had only managed to weaken it. The Ghurkhas to the west, while still standing firm, were still deprived an access to the Indian Ocean and the list of their allies was extremely short. In the extreme east, Singapore and Vietnam had completely demobilised their forces due to severe financial hardships. Tibet’s army was a non-entity at the best of times, and had only a defensive purpose.
The big problem, however, was China. Yes, on paper the Bengali had not much to fear from the Chinese hordes, with plenty of mountain ranges protecting their northern borders. On the other hand, there had been clashes between the Burmese and the Chinese during the Great War, and while they had been more sporadic incursions, the threat was not one which could be neglected. The armies of Chuan China were vast, more and more equipped to modern standards, and increasingly determined to evict the people they saw as foreigners from foreign soil. Bengal wasn’t on the list yet, but the strategists of Calcutta were not spending hours dreaming about eternal peace. The moment what was left of Wu China collapsed – and the 1900s saw it come dramatically close from this point – and Southern China reunified the Empire, there would be few opponents for the Emperor of Guangzhou to fight against. In the north there was the Empire of Russia, but the Russians were a massive beast, and no one sane would lightly go to war with them. There also was Japan, but the new Shogun dynasty could abandon Chosen and fight a naval conflict. The same was true of California, which occupied Taiwan. No, once the Wu were brought back into the fold, the Bengali knew there were three nations in the south which could attract the hunger of the Chinese dragon: Vietnam, Tibet, and Bengal itself. The good news was that Bengal was without question the most powerful military and economically of the three. It was also quite defensible and the Bengali had maintained their alliance with France.
The big problem came from the leadership. King Jafar abdicated mere months after the end of the Great War, the rumours about his mental health having in the end some truth in them. He retired to an isolated temple in the middle of nowhere and never came back. This left his eldest son, the impulsive and – probably – megalomaniac Rao in control of Bengal. On the positive side, the new king was not stupid and knew it was the membership in the Entente which had allowed Bengal to become as powerful as it currently stood. By 1902, Bengal was a realm of 91 million souls, and the population by all predictions was going to massively increase in the decades to come. No, Rao had no wish to upset the status quo of this alliance. Nor had he developed the paranoia his favourite Generals were going to assassinate him. The Bengali army received the new cannons, armoured cars and prototype planes it wanted. The best commanders received elite regiments to parry a surprise Chinese or Ghurkha thrust into the heartlands.
Unfortunately, for other matters, Rao had opinions which often made his ministers wonder if he was not a bit insane. The father had not been shy spreading his genetic inheritance around, but the son was even more ‘generous’ in this department. This was after he massacred his half-brothers in a series of bloody executions and parodies of justice.
By 1903, it was becoming evident Rao was encouraging the cult of his personality. While the manuals and the books for young Bengali were completely updated to reflect the new innovations from Europe and Asia, there were large paragraphs which were pure propaganda too.
The common people in the streets for a few years ignored the...strange behaviour of their monarch. Harbours and industrial centres had handled extremely well the transition back from total war, and the unemployment rates and the poverty levels were at an all times low. The principal cities of the Kingdom were building along what foreign architects took to call the ‘Rebirth neo-Bengali model’, an idealised mix between the old and the new.
They still raised a few eyebrows of consternation when in 1905, Rao I proclaimed himself ‘Maharaja Rao I of the Sky and the Seas, Sovereign of All He Watches, Sublime Emperor of the Ivory Realm’. The protocol at court was more and more extravagant, and some nobles and high-level functionaries began to fear their sovereign had actually lost his mind. They were not reassured at all when the ‘Sublime Maharaja’ wondered if he was a God or not.
Unavoidably, a few royal cousins began to spread dissent and made travels outside Bengal’s frontiers to see if other nations would look kindly on a change of leadership. Too bad for them, France was not. For all the drawbacks of the French-Bengali alliance – like critics on the dreadful fate reserved to Burmese peasants who did not submit to Bengal’s rule – this kingdom was a loyal ally and was at the same time a shield and a sword for the Far East. The two allies were not in complete accord, but which nation compact truly was? Rao I may take five or ten wives in a single ceremony, and bathe himself in cow milk twice per day to ‘ascend to a high degree of spirituality’, France and what remained of the Entente could tolerate his eccentricities.
Still, many diplomats wondered how long it would last. In 1906, Maharaja Rao I decided to name his favourite tiger as Prime Minister, declaring that since Admiral Suffren had been granted such a noble animal in his career, obviously it was going to excel in his functions.
One hundred days later, the supreme – and self-proclaimed divine – ruler of Bengal died from a fever, though many suspected poison or a far less natural cause of deaths. With dozens of sons ready to claim the throne, a mini-civil war was fought, culminating in the ‘Night of the Five Jafars’ and the subsequent coronation of Jafar VII on March 4 1907.
Bengal had survived the post-war era, now it remained to see how it was going to forge its own culture and ambitions...