Why does this poor, selfless soldier cry so much?

Never trust a woman who laughs too much, and a man who cries too much, is a bit of native Kannada wisdom that is clearly alien to chief minister B.S. Yediyurappa who has shed tears for public consumption every year since taking over the reins of the State.

Two years ago, the self-confessed “farmer” wept copiously when meeting the mother of a farmer who was shot dead in firing in Haveri. Last November, he broke down in front of television cameras because he had had to drop his pet-minister Shobha Karandlaje and his pet-bureaucrat V.P. Baligar for “selfish ends”.

It was lights, camera, action replay during his speech at the Sadhana Samaavesha to mark two years of BJP rule in the state at the palace grounds in Bangalore on Friday.This time, the alleged provocation was the constant needling of the opposition parties of his government’s every move.

Is Yediyurappa not as strong as the BJP’s media minders would like us to believe? Or is he just using (or hoping to use) tears to wash away his troubles and tribulations?

Photographs: B.S. Yediyurappa at the BJP government’s sadhane samavesha in Bangalore in June 2010 (top); during a television interview in Delhi in November 2009; at the residence of Shanthamma, the mother of a farmer who was killed in police firing shortly after he was sworn in June 2008 (bottom);  Karnataka Photo News and TV grab

Also read: Why are our brave, macho men crying so much?

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