Vijay Mallya, the farmer being beaten up by the cops, no wonder we have Naxalites

Here I’m not trying to be an apologist for the Naxalite movement to which we have lost many of our policemen and policewomen, soldiers and common citizens, but yesterday there was a video being played on Zee News and if you were watching that video you would understand why people in certain regions in India embrace Naxalism. I couldn’t find the Zee News video but here is YouTube link from ABP News:

In this video you see Mallya on one side, bloated with pride and power and on the other side (the video is not very clear) you see a hapless farmer being beaten, for the same reason.

As you may already know, Vijay Mallya took thousands of crores of rupees as loan from various Indian Banks and then defaulted. Despite having defaulted, he roams around like a king with a defiant (ok, stupid) expression on his face while the rest of the people around him looking servile. In India he is known as “the king of good times” a branding slogan created to promote his liquor brand. Politicians don’t want to touch him, the banks look the other way while he loots taxpayers’ money as if it is his birthright to loot and the indifferent public has no clue what to do except curse India’s fate and then switches to Sasural Simar Ka.

In the video they show the farmer being beaten up by cops because he couldn’t pay the money he owed to the bank. In reality, he has paid more money than he borrowed but maybe with interest, the money to be returned is more. If I remember correctly, he borrowed Rs. 3,80,000 to purchase a tractor for his farm. He has returned Rs. 4,10,000 and he needs to pay around Rs. 1,50,000 more. I wonder what sort of interest he is paying to the bank, but that’s a different issue.

This makes me wonder, how would the son of the farmer feel? On the TV he can see that Mallya is not just roaming free, he is travelling abroad and politicians and bureaucrats are making excuses for him and even the banks that lent him money are saying that it’s no big deal as there are many more defaulters owing much more to the bank. These the so-called industrialists haven’t been beaten up for owing thousands of times more than what this farmers owes. This farmer, if you believe the report, hasn’t even loaned the money to live a lavish lifestyle. He hasn’t even hoodwinked his employees the way Mallya has. His only fault was that he was trying to modernise the way he did farming by trying to purchase a tractor. Something happened and he couldn’t return the entire amount and as a result, he got beaten up by the cops. You may never know what is the real story, but this is what you can make out.

What sort of message is sent to India’s youngsters? The age-old Bollywood plot of a rich man being nasty with impunity and a poor man being harassed because he is poor, helpless and trying to live a decent life has suddenly become a real-life thing.

His son must have lost total trust in the state. I would. I would beat the shit out of those cops the first chance I got. Had I been in the place of the son of the farmer I would have seen that a person who hasn’t returned thousands of crores of rupees and has cheated his own employees is having a great time and my father who is just trying to make a decent living is beaten up by the bully policemen for owing to the bank an amount not equal to even the loose change compared to what Mallya owns. What stops me from becoming a Naxalite? A state that is supposed to protect me doesn’t protect me and then there is this group that says that the state is never going to protect the poor and helpless but only the rich, why wouldn’t I listen to the members of that group, especially when I have already been at the receiving end of the state’s injustice?

I don’t care much about being politically correct. Things are just right or wrong and yes, sometimes there are grey areas in this is why we write, don’t we?

I don’t care much about being politically correct. Things are just right or wrong and yes, sometimes there are grey areas in this is why we write, don’t we?