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Headlines Today has been telecasting nonstop for the past hour, the news of Dr Akhilesh Prasad Singh, the Union Minister of State for Agriculture, Consumer Affairs, Food and PD, assaulting and abusing a staff member of Kingfisher Airlines. To read about it, go here.

The minister was on Headlines Today, where he said that he arrived at the Patna Airport at 8:15 pm, for an 8:30 flight. On questioning by the anchor, he said that the security formalities were completed by his staff.

How ridiculous is that? 15 mins before a flight takes off, the man dares to turn up and on being told he can't board the flight, assaults the manager. All because he has behind him the weight of the ministry. When the plane has already begun take off procedures, he demands to be allowed to board the flight.

Ordinary mortals like us on the other hand, turn up an hour earlier for flights, even with conveniences like online check-ins. We board the flight 30 mins in advance, follow all the rules, go through our security checks dutifully and do everything we're supposed to do.

What are we? Idiots?

His defence is that he has been part of the Bihar Assembly for the last five years and the Lok Sabha for four and half years and the very idea of him abusing someone is unthinkable. The best part however, is this, the Minister claims he's the 'victim'.

Next I'm sure we'll hear him saying how this is a plot by other political parties to besmirch his name.

Anyway, to read the minister's official statement, check out the press information bureau of the government. It explains in detail, his view/position/version/lie of what really happened.


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