Aghast helplesness to naxalism

It was a holiday for me and I was at home doing practically nothing. My only contribution for the day was a couple of official smses, a stinker to a despicable client servicing whore, paying the telephone bills and running some mundane errands for my mom.
While I was buying myself some medicines from the pharmicist during my visit to the market, there was a sudden commotion outside the pharmicists air conditioned shop. The next moment a man barged into the shop with a heapful of clothes and dumped them on the floor and rushed out. I realized in a couple of seconds what was happening. The man again barged in with another heap of clothes. This time however the pharmicist raised a bit of a protest saying he would not allow this. At that point I got a closer look at this man as he stood for about 2 seconds with a look of aghast helplesness and desparation conveyed through every muscle on his face. He was a fair thin man, wore a shabby T-shirt and trousers and had a beard. I felt distraught seeing his expression..any one would have actually. I was about to tell the pharmicist to help him, but thankfully, the pharmicist did not protest any further and allowed him to dump his precious stocks that he sold on the footpath.
The cause of this situation encountered by this man and numerous other poor, hardworking souls in this country is the raids by our corrupt, inefficient, apathetic police force. They like us to believe that by clearing away some of these poor souls from the footpaths once in while (read, when they want to make a quick buck), they are helping control crime.
So while the rich can keep getting richer, the poor must keep getting poorer. Finally when these poor are trampled beyond human endurance, naxalism is born.
This is the irony of this nation.