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Merchants of Fraud

Impunity is the perfect word today perhaps to forge ahead with wrongdoings in this country of Mahatmas. Every facet of life has become traffic to immoral acts that we may agree or disagree to. It's not that surprising when such news of fraudulent acts come to our knowledge. Comical it is that the laws of the land is for the law abiding. For those who flout the law continue to do so with impunity.

Huge profiteering in mind to get rich quick kill our morale of virtuously existing on this land that cherishes Satyameva Jayate. Virtues are to be shown off on the foreground and in the backdrop, a criminal mindset takes over the centre-stage. Nobility of professions, be it service to mankind or those above the gentry, has seen a huge degradation in the recent times. Citizens are fooled in the name of higher degree of services for better profiteering motives. They are the merchants of fraud!

Fraudulent methodologies are becoming handy tools to poke gullible citizens into consumption of services and goods that are of inferior and nefarious by designs. People too fall into this viscious cycle of corruption without realising it with little scope for protest. In the absence of proper infrastructure in place to detect the mechanisms of fraud, the dynamics of connivance has assumed huge proportions. All these, for some momentary delusion of self importance.

Betterment, in the name of quality, has to come from one's conscience and realisation of self without which the mission of a cleaner nation cannot ever be achieved. The point is who can save us from ourselves? It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly to cherish this little time that we spend on this land with one another with compassion and truthfulness. Cherish the life that you live and make beautiful for others as we have nowhere to go. It takes a rabid pup to make us see what we are breeding. totally unaware of the pitfalls that's going to hit us soon or sooner.


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