What is happening with KCR in politics and how he is cheating

The words of Vijayashanti, “What is happening with KCR in politics and how he is cheating the people with false promises and grabbing money and enjoying the Chief Minister's post and doing nothing for the people of Telangana is out there for all to see,” are the cry of a warrior against deception. They reveal the ancient truth that politics, when stripped of service, can become a throne of selfishness, where leaders feast on the wealth of the people while giving back only empty promises. Such betrayal is not hidden—it is a wound visible to all who suffer under its weight.

The ancients often warned against rulers who cheated their people. In Greece, tyrants rose with vows of justice, only to enslave the very citizens they swore to protect. In Rome, demagogues showered the crowd with honeyed words but plundered the treasury for their own gain. Vijayashanti’s words echo this eternal pattern: when leaders forget their duty, their corruption cannot remain concealed, for the eyes of the people eventually pierce through the veil.

History offers many mirrors. Consider Marie Antoinette, who in pre-revolutionary France seemed to live in splendor, feasting and laughing while her people starved. Her life of enjoyment, detached from the suffering of her subjects, became a symbol of broken promises and greed. And when the truth of her excess became “out there for all to see,” the fury of the people rose like a storm. Her fate reminds us of the peril faced by rulers who put their own pleasure above the needs of the governed.

Vijayashanti’s charge also reminds us of the sacred bond between leader and people. The Chief Minister’s post—or any office of power—exists not for personal enjoyment, but for stewardship, sacrifice, and service. To hold such a place while doing “nothing for the people” is to turn blessing into curse, and authority into theft. A leader who betrays this calling courts not only the judgment of history but also the wrath of those he was meant to serve.

Let the generations remember: false promises are arrows dipped in poison, sweet in the moment but deadly in time. Wealth taken unjustly rots the hands that hold it, and power used for pleasure collapses like a house of sand. The people may suffer in silence for a season, but in time, truth always rises, and the masks of corruption are torn away. For rulers are not measured by the comfort of their thrones, but by the lives of those they lift from toil to dignity.