Have we reached the lowest point in our history. Perhaps, not!! Every time we reach a new low we think that it can not get any worse than this, but soon things sink south some more. I feel violated for the land of the pure. It feels as if a prostitute is being married to a certified rapist. What is left to loot and plunder? I have mentally disassociated myself with the rest of the world, specially home, as if a part of my body was in constant pain and I numbed it with a nerve block. But some things just hurt so much that you have no choice but to take notice.
But who am I to complain. I feel I lost my right to comment on this issue the day I boarded that Cathay Pacific flight not too long ago.
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