The expression Let noble thoughts come to us from all directions, drawn from Rig Veda and often quoted by scholars, juxtaposed to the matter that one gets to read in dailies portraying the goings on in the country nowadays prompts one to cite the line from Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar that Marc Antony uttered at the funeral of Caesar namely, “O, what a fall was there, may countrymen!” Noble thoughts may be coming to us from some directions, with not more than a minuscule number of the literati taking note, but the media helplessly printing in dailies of all hues reports of various misdeeds by different sections of the land’s masses which area read as routine, takes us back to Antony’s lament on the fall of our country from the high pedestal of Vedic era to the dismal depths that we find ourselves in. The air turned turbid with the awkward word corruption on everybody’s lips for quite a while before it passed off as nothing unusual. Then came pollution, the killer factor that is claiming lives in rising numbers. We are currently lost in the dense ambience of plastic, once considered as a gift of scientists, now-turned-into a garbage heap that one cannot wish away. The debris has acquired dimensions that have made the demons looks like pygmies.
Mysureans are in the august company of their counterparts in the country’s more than 4,000 cities and towns generating the messy mass of decaying matter in mountainous proportions playing host to mosquitoes and houseflies. Their romance with plastic products has got cemented to levels that mocks at the inter-gender romance of the youth.
