The voice of betrayed indian womenhood who had to strip herself to scoundrels for a rice bowl. The Voice of deprived and downtrodden 80% of India’s 1.1 billion who are grappling with the stray dogs for a loaf of bread from the trash bins which pile up garbage trucks and landfills for a meal. The voice of inconsolable desolated farmers who had to suicide.Their voices are stifled because of the impeccable looting and impeccable maiming by the obstructionist nociating audacity of the third rated concubine's of corporate jingoism parading with Acche Din for their corporate mitrons. And what if I speak for the voice of voiceless, write for the voice of voiceless and stand for the voice of voiceless then I would be termed as another Anti National , another Urban Naxel and my fate would be the same as that of Gauri Lankesh , Narendra Dabholkar , Govi...