Big talk from a small mouth— by Nirmala Sitharaman

 

Big talk from a small mouth— by Nirmala Sitharaman.

Big talk from a small mouth.

A moralizing lecture aimed at those biting a piece of burning coal while holding a golden spoon.

Do you know who made this big statement, who delivered this moralizing lecture? It's the Finance Minister who doesn't eat onions — Nirmala Sitharaman.

A power-broker who has recently reached a mental state where she speaks like a monarch issuing royal decrees.

Not merely because she doesn't eat onions, but because all her needs are met lavishly at government expense, this arrogant Finance Minister has said that rising prices of onions and other essentials don't concern her — that the cost-of-living increases faced by ordinary people simply don't apply to her.

What she said was this:

"You shouldn't think about what the country has done for you, but about what you are doing for the country."

A Finance Minister confused into thinking that the country matters more than the human being — not realizing that a nation is only ever what people make and continue to make for the sake of people, not the other way around. She and her circle have forgotten that people were not made for the sake of the nation.

That's why this big talk comes from such a small mouth.

A high-caste, upper-class woman Finance Minister who — as payment for having enslaved herself to do the dirty work of a party that has made hatred and division its only ideology, presenting lies as truth — has received and continues to receive a major ministerial post, salary, and benefits, all at the country's own expense.

A Finance Minister who stuffs big talk into her small mouth without acknowledging that ordinary people pay tens of thousands of kinds of taxes for this country — income tax, house tax, building tax, education cess, land tax, road tax, tolls, trade tax, sales tax, fuel tax, even tax on ethanol blending, and so on.

Unable to say clearly what the country gives back in return, this is big talk from a small mouth, produced like a smirk when she has no real answer.