Every single time a political story breaks in India, I think of a Soviet writer called Yuri Olesha, and a book he wrote in 1927, The Three Fat Men.
"A clown was reciting a poem to the
music:
These Three Fat Men— so fat are they.
They drink and gobble night and day.
The only pastime that they know
is to watch their bellies grow.
Beware , fat pigs, the time will come
When you will pay for what you’ve done."




