Chutzpah or Chutiyaapaa?

This is an unverified video of an altercation between the Union Minister of Civil Aviation in the Government of India, and the Mayor of an unknown Romanian city (later addition: as per this report, it was Mayor Mihai Anghel of Snagov) where Indian students fleeing the Ukraine-Russia war had gathered to be flown back home. Apparently, he was trying to take the credit for feeding and sheltering them when the Mayor took objection, Maharaj's ego was hurt, and a confrontation followed, in which the student refugees applauded the Mayor.

All I have to comment on it is this:
The breathtaking quantum of arrogance and the misplaced sense of entitlement you require to stand in front of an elected representative in HIS town and HIS country who is helping YOUR refugees find refuge and sustenance, refugees that you have personally come to fly back home for the sake of optics for your political capital, and tell HIM to 'stand down' while you swagger and preen because he exposed the very crucial lie you wanted the refugees (and the world) to believe, can only come from someone who calls himself 'Maharaj' in a country that turned republic in 1950, abolished privy purses in 1971, and is ruled by a Constitution that begins with, 'We, the people of India...', somebody who switched alliances as easily as his forefathers did in 1857 to stay on the right side of the powerful, and works not for his country, but only for himself, and for a buffoon with delusions of grandeur and peacocking self-importance in front of which even yours, the self-styled Maharaj's pales into insignificance.

Why are they so clueless? Is this how he thinks international diplomacy is done? Is he willing to take the blame if Romania's towns stop entertaining this meddlesome self-important busybody and perhaps even shut their gates to Indian refugees in a time like this? I mean, why does the BJP think that everything is an opportunity for grandstanding? Or is it their Supreme Leader's quality that has trickled down from the top? Like an accident of incontinence that starts quietly, then proceeds to wet the inside of your underwear before slowly making itself known as a dark patch spreads across your inner thighs and then, as it saturates the fabric of your clothing, starts leaking from the lower seams of your trousers onto your socks, drenching your shoes, and then eventually forming on the ground into a small pool of stinking excretion, to your, and everyone present's, utter embarrassment?

What a complete pisspot!