No King / President / PM Has Ever Done anything for the People

No king, president, or prime minister has ever truly acted for the people’s welfare — every action taken in the name of development or care has ultimately served power, not the public. What looks like welfare is often control in disguise: selective, conditional, and designed to keep people dependent, distracted, and divided. Real welfare — the kind that heals, feeds, and frees — has always come quietly from ordinary people: barefoot healers, farmers, mothers, teachers, and rebels. The rulers take credit, but never responsibility. The people survive not because of them, but in spite of them.

No Ruler Has Ever Loved You

There is no soft way to say this.

No king, no president, no prime minister, no chief minister, no sultan, no Caesar, no chairman, no party leader, no war hero, no Supreme Leader — has ever done a single damn thing for the true welfare of the people.

Not once. Not really. Not deeply. Not permanently.

They have ruled. They have taxed. They have punished. They have seduced. They have bribed. They have distracted. They have entertained. They have even “uplifted.” But never — never have they freed you.

Because your freedom is the end of their power.

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I.

Take a village. Any village. Yours, mine, one a hundred kilometres away from a capital city. It's 2025 and the drinking water is still brown. The sewage still flows open. The school still teaches a colonial language. The hospital still doesn’t have a doctor. The farmer is still dying. The girl child is still being sacrificed at the altar of dowry.

You know what’s more advanced than any of this?

The politician’s helicopter.

The campaign lights.

The temple inauguration.

The defence deals.

The stadium.

The 5-star government retreat on the coast.

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II.

They will say this is cynicism.

They’ll remind you of schemes, slogans, subsidies. They’ll tell you about pensions, rural electrification, digital inclusion, women empowerment, and a hundred acronyms printed in plastic files. They will show you a ribbon being cut somewhere every week.

They’ll never tell you the truth.

That every “benefit” was a trade-off.

That every “scheme” came with surveillance, dependency, and debt.

That every rupee spent was taken from you in the first place — through taxes, fuel prices, inflation, and silence.

That you were never the purpose.

You were the product.

The resource.

The data.

The vote.

The obedience.

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III.

They don’t want you healthy — because then you don’t need them.

They don’t want you intelligent — because then you’ll see through them.

They don’t want you united — because then they can’t divide you.

They don’t want you local — because then you won’t buy what they sell.

They want you educated just enough to follow orders.

Employed just enough to stay busy.

Entertained just enough to not revolt.

Grateful just enough to vote again.

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IV.

What did kings do?

They robbed.

They built forts to defend themselves.

They created religions that glorified them.

They called massacres holy.

What did presidents do?

They signed documents.

They bailed out corporations.

They lied on TV.

They made wars look like diplomacy.

What did prime ministers do?

They reshuffled ministries like it matters.

They shook hands with billionaires.

They imposed curfews, lockdowns, policies.

They “launched” things.

But they never sat down with you when your son died in an accident on a road that never got repaired.

They never visited the girl whose education was cancelled due to no toilet.

They never ate your food, drank your water, breathed your air.

They pretended to. On camera.

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V.

Real welfare is invisible.

It’s a mother growing tulsi and aloe vera instead of buying syrup.

It’s a retired schoolteacher running a library out of her shed.

It’s a tribal man teaching his son to read the clouds.

It’s a barefoot healer using castor oil, neem bark, and silence.

It’s a father who pulls his daughter out of school because he refuses to let her become a clerk in the same machine that erased him.

It’s the silence of the man who stops worshipping the nation and starts growing food.

That’s where true welfare is. It is:

Local

Voluntary

Sustainable

Uncelebrated

And it’s exactly what rulers hate — because they can't control it.

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VI.

Look around.

You’re scared of missing an EMIs on a bike you don’t need.

You’re fighting your neighbor over a parking space in a building neither of you built.

You’re spending more on school tuitions than your parents spent raising three kids.

You’re in a hospital that makes money only if you remain unwell.

You’re drinking bottled water and pretending it’s normal.

You’re praying to the same gods who watched you starve.

What has governance given you that you could not have built yourself, locally, slowly, wisely, if they had just left you alone?

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VII.

The myth is eternal: that the ruler is father, mother, protector, benefactor, god.

But the truth is eternal too: the ruler is a parasite.

No matter the era, no matter the flag.

They can’t live unless they suck.

They can’t shine unless you are in the dark.

They can’t promise unless you are broken.

They can't rule unless you believe someone must.

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VIII.

You want to honour someone?

Honour the rickshaw puller who raised two daughters.

Honour the woman who grew bitter gourd through drought.

Honour the old man who taught ten kids the alphabet under a neem tree.

Honour the midwife who refused hospital bribes.

Honour the couple who gave up their city job to return to the land.

Honour everyone who never held power —

but held people.

They did more for the welfare of this country

than any ruler ever did.

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No Ruler Has Ever Loved You

(And They Never Will)

They wear suits now, not crowns.

They sign bills now, not death warrants.

They stand in Parliament instead of palaces.

But nothing’s changed. Not really.

The face of power has been cleaned up, powdered, made democratic.

But power still does what it has always done.

It extracts.

It blinds.

It decorates itself in the suffering of others.

You think you vote.

You think you choose.

You think someone up there cares.

But they never have.

And they never will.

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I. The Beautiful Lie

The first thing they gave you was not a ration card.

Not a road.

Not a school.

Not a promise.

The first thing they gave you was a lie.

That they are here for you.

That without them, you are nothing.

That without them, the trains will stop, the sun won’t rise, the currency won’t work.

And you believed it.

You believed it even as your grandfather died on a mud floor.

You believed it even when your mother walked five kilometres for water.

You believed it even as your brother got beaten in police custody.

You believed it because the lie was printed on tricolour paper, sung in morning assemblies, and hung in every school and hospital that never really worked.

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II. Every Welfare Is a Transaction

Subsidy means dependency.

Reservation means branding.

Health schemes mean surveillance.

Free electricity means you can be shut down with a switch.

There is no free lunch.

Even mid-day meals come with a photograph.

What they give with one hand, they take away with three:

1. Through taxes you don’t understand.

2. Through inflation you can’t control.

3. Through silence you’re not allowed to question.

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III. The Illusion of Progress

They built highways, yes.

But they broke forests.

They built metros.

But they priced out the poor.

They opened AIIMS and IITs.

But never told you that your son would need ₹10 lakhs to get in, and a whole personality transplant to survive.

Progress became a smokescreen.

They dropped packets of welfare from helicopters of debt.

They measured “growth” in towers, not in trees.

They measured “literacy” in signatures, not wisdom.

They built digital India — while your neighbour’s cow died eating plastic.

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IV. Where the Real Welfare Came From

It was never a scheme that saved you.

It was your mother’s bitter decoction of neem leaves.

It was the warm rice in your grandmother’s palm.

It was the castor oil rubbed into your chest at 5 in the morning.

It was the barefoot schoolmaster who taught you by lamp light.

It was the farmer who grew your food with no subsidy, no insurance, and no thanks.

It was the people.

It was always the people.

You survived because someone next to you refused to let you go under.

Not because someone on TV made a speech.

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V. The Ruler’s Toolkit

They don’t need to kill you anymore.

They just need to keep you busy.

Busy with:

EMIs

School fees

Bank queues

Police forms

Insurance papers

Exam stress

Price hikes

Health scares

Religious hate

Celebrity gossip

They don't chain you anymore.

They simply make you believe that freedom is selfish.

So you line up for government certificates

to prove you're human.

So you beg for justice

from the same hand that slapped you.

So you ask for a job

from the same system that stole your land.

So you pray to a god

installed by the ruler, in a temple built on bones.

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VI. India Survives In Spite of the Government

Not because of it.

India survives because of:

The woman who wakes up at 4 to cook for her child and three buffaloes.

The cobbler who repairs shoes while blind in one eye.

The tribal man who walks 20 km to vote — and still plants a tree when he gets back.

The teacher who lies to the system to let a poor child pass.

The father who smiles despite his son returning in a coffin marked “martyr.”

They are not in Lok Sabha.

They are not in the news.

They are not in statues.

But they are the pillars of this land.

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VII. Democracy is Cosmetics

Every five years they come begging.

Touching feet.

Wearing mufflers.

Eating in slums.

Smiling like saints.

You think you chose them.

But the menu was rigged.

The kitchen poisoned.

The ingredients stolen.

You voted for the man who looked less cruel.

Or more familiar.

Or less English.

Or more Hindu.

Or more Muslim.

Or more rich.

Or more “middle-class friendly.”

But the throne is the same.

And every ruler, once seated, becomes the same.

Because power is not human.

It is a virus.

It enters through ego.

And eats the soul.

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VIII. The Crown Never Slips

The King may fall.

The Party may lose.

The Government may change.

But the Crown never slips.

Because the Crown is the system itself.

The school that kills imagination.

The court that speaks Latin and costs lakhs.

The hospital that profits from pain.

The religion that fuels hatred.

The news that sells fear.

The economy that punishes the simple.

The science that ignores the soil.

The freedom that comes with terms and conditions.

The Crown is permanent.

Even when faces change.

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IX. So What Do You Do?

You stop worshipping.

You stop waiting.

You stop expecting justice from thieves.

You look around.

You feed your neighbour.

You grow a bitter gourd.

You heal with castor oil.

You teach a child.

You build a home that doesn’t need a bank.

You live like rulers never existed.

Because for people like us,

survival is resistance.

Health is rebellion.

Wisdom is dangerous.

Kindness is revolutionary.

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X. Let History Forget the Rulers

Let statues fall.

Let slogans fade.

Let schoolbooks rot.

Let history forget the names of the rulers.

Let it remember instead:

The midwife who stayed up all night.

The healer who never charged.

The farmer who gave grain for free.

The rebel who died unknown.

The mother who carried a broken child across a river.

The teacher who taught without chalk or textbook.

The boy who smiled, even when everything was taken.

Let them be remembered.

Because they — not your rulers —

were the only ones who ever truly loved you.

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