Thursday, July 25, 2013


Sober Layer

I met Mr. Saravanan, a gold merchant at his residence near Ukkadam in Kovai. While one of his staff was coming from Karur to kovai, he lost six lakhs rupees. It was the money of the gold ornaments he supplied to a jweller in Karur. The man said that he had wrapped the cash in a dothi and put in his bag. Everything in his bag was intact and remained as they were but the money. Some of Mr. saravanan’s well wishers suggested him to register a complaint at the police station but he didn’t. Being asked he said that the policemen would come, make some qurries, then would frequent his home and there by would loose his mind. He thought it was better to suffer the loss than complain at the police.

            Mr Sunilkumar from Chandranagar, Palakkad lost his paternal property. He was away from his hometown for eleven years in search of his life. In his absence his step mother seized the ownership of the entire property that is twenty cents of land with a house from her sick mother-in-law who gave her in writing. The man became an outcast. His friends asked him to go to court but he didn’t. He had the feeling that if the civil case might take a U turn from the stark truth and retrogressive. Moreover, he was shrunk of the political influence of the family who could pose a threat to him and his two small children which constitute his family.

            These are not the cases of two unique families. It is being a pandemic state of affair. A layer of humanity is being shifted from resisting and combating habits against their precarious plight to remain passive to untie their knotty issues in the natural course of time. There is a tenuous transition taking place pervasively in human mind without any premonition and ado. They lost their conviction in the police department, judiciary or Executive. They perceive that police cannot make a compromise by categorically protecting their legitimate rights and privileges and instead tempt them to capitulise – so sober a layer of humanity.

            The sober layer doesn’t want to bring about and bequeath stress, agony and predicament to their future generation. The layer doesn’t want to be blamed of leaving  legal tangles for the posterity. They have the firm conviction that the grooming generation can deliver good and mend their faults in course of time. Because their right of today can change into wrong in future. So long as this is in prevalence wrongs from the rights continue to occur.

            Sober layer has lost relish in politicians and legislature. They are well aware of the politician’s limitations in a democratic nation as India. They seldom go to court with their disputes. They bear all their brunts. To them beuocracy has become venal and sullied and there by truth and probity in solving issues are mere miracles. Hence this layer leads a life of endurance and passivity with the aim of not tarnishing their personal profile. They have concealed their swabhiman solely in their wallet irrespective of any consideration to what the rests might think of them.

            Sober layer doesn’t want to captulise in life. They know that there are millions like them in the globe. They make their mundane correct and don’t  meddle with other’s affairs. This is a pragmatic and a wise layer. They do not taint society but perform good to others in their capacity.

            Thinkers every where know that there is a layer of sober Mavericks in nations. But the thinkers do not put their heads one another to tickle the layer’s swabhiman and make them fit for a competitive life.

            Their notion of criticism is weired. When being brushed up, one divulged that critic’s profile becomes controversial and his or her reputation in society can have amble chance to wear off. They dispose their plethora of problems to the providence and nature to work on them. None is tickling them to champ on. Legislature fails to see the layer. NGO’s don’t even drone for them. We can only be prudent that let not two jump in to the sober layer when one scrambles out of it.

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