In the glittering cities of Maharashtra — Mumbai, Thane, Aurangabad — progress is built on the shoulders of the poor. They build our metros, sweep our streets, cook our meals, yet sleep under plastic roofs and broken tin sheets. Their only “crime”? Being poor.
And when bulldozers crush these shanties, the system offers them nothing but silence.
No notice. No rehabilitation. No justice.
But one leader stands between the state’s arrogance and the people’s suffering —
R. R. Pandayan Saheb — the Mulukh Maidan Tof of the urban poor.