ORDINARY PEOPLE ARE THE ULTIMATE VICTIMS!

Dear readers, happy to meet you through my Blog after a long pause. Sometimes I am forced to believe that it is a sin to be born as a human being. Every one of us talks about human rights. But the problem is we talk, talk and only talk. This is an incomplete post. Let me come to the incident directly.

THE LETTER, TO MY LOST SECOND

In my life, for the first time

In fact that was the very last time!

I had seen that wonder!

On a day of that hot winter

SHALL WE CALL IT A MICRO PROSTITUTION?

Once upon a time, since I begin like this, dear readers, please don’t consider this as a short story or a novel. It’s a plight of our present culture and an essay about a toppling society which contained moral value in a highest degree. Once upon a time, our state (Tamilnadu) was known as a mossback in the world and undoubtedly replete with greatest votaries, loyal leaders, strengthened lads, chaste ladies, fabulous customs, and beautiful traditional values and so on. But today? We need not bother about the upper class people, leaders, tycoons, and fake votaries. On the other hand we cannot prolong to agitate these bon vivants who are perpetually sucking our cultural values from poor canaille.