I have been increasingly wondering if the politicians who are supposed to take care of us can even spell the word “Shame” – let alone know its meaning. That’s because any person with even an ounce of shame would vow vengeance against the naxalites who slaughtered the security forces so brutally in the Gyrapatti forest (http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/Gadchiroli_mourns_policemen/articleshow/4067024.cms). Yet, there is silence from the state government – except for the customary expression of grief that it is simply incapable of feeling.

As usual, the security forces were woefully short – not on valor but on ammunition. The helicopter which was supposed to be at their disposal wasn’t around because no one had thought about extending its lease. By the time the Chhatisgarh government gave its helicopter, those who could have been saved were already dead. And the irony is that the CM made it to the funeral of these brave men in a chopper!

Many times during my evening walks, I have seen cars with the red light zoom past me – escorted by armed cops at the back and front. These days that red light reminds me of the blood of so many that these shameless leeches were put in office to protect in the first place but have consistently failed to.

I hope to God that the next naxalite attack kills some major politician because unless one of their own is killed these scoundrels won’t wake up and smell coffee!