Raving Rightfully Rewarded

A wild orgy. College kids. Young professionals. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. Dancing all night. Some dance naked. This wild orgy is popularly known as a “rave party”.

Last week my colleagues went on a short tour to Manchinabele, somewhere on the way to Mysore, after Ramnagar. They pitched their tents by some lake. A few hundred meters away, a rave party was happening. As I said before, it was all drugs, alcohol, sex and I am told that a few girls were dancing naked too.

Late in the night a few hundred workers of the Karnataka Rakshana Vedike (KRV) arrived at the spot in vans and attacked the party. They robbed the fellows of their gold, money, mobile phones, smashed their imported cars etc… beat up the people and left. My colleagues were fortunate enough to have camped in a military area that was safe. They turned off their lanterns and watched the tumult from their hiding.

People are enraged and furious about the KRV workers, who do not remotely care about the culture of the land or its preservation and whose only intention was to loot people and keep the booty.

Yes. I agree. But I am indifferent to the whole issue.
Because in this case it’s a matter of one scoundrel beating another scoundrel. Whose side can you take after all? And who cares?
Actually, this business of “one scoundrel beating another” is a rather convenient arrangement. The police, who have other important matters at hand to take care of, do not have to waste their time over a bundle of “educated, English speaking” rogues, drinking and driving, who neither have a sense of propriety nor morality.

If the cops had intervened, these “sons and daughters of rich rogues” would have escaped by bribing the cops. Now they cannot even go to the police for help or complain since they were engaged in an illegal activity themselves in the first place.
So good that somebody else did the beating.
All they can now do is cover their ass and run for life.

I am reminded of a Bollywood movie where two underworld gangs in Bombay are at war and kill each other’s men. The police commissioner, reclining in his chair says “Aapas mein lad marne do salon ko. Accha hai.” (Let the bloody fellows kill one another. Good for us!)

The bottom line : Raving Rightfully Rewarded. Wow! That was an alliteration!