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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