Titles: letter and character, understood only after unfolding. (Chelvani) Arunagiri was a lawyer, but his habit of writing 'open letters' to everyone from the 'President of America' to the 'Municipal Commissioner' of the city made people call him 'Open-Letter Arunagiri'. Back to reading all those complaint letters to friends. It always occurred to Arunagiri that how long and why do we silently sign the atrocities or injustices of the world? Once Arunagiri met his friend Kisnan at the bus-stand, he asked, 'Arunagiriji, which side?' At the office of 'The Hindu' newspaper. A letter of complaint is to be given.' Krishnan looked at the envelope and asked, 'Letter to the editor? Wrote a discussion paper to the editor of the paper today?' 'Not a discussion paper. I will give you a copy of the letter. In the original acid letter, I wrote directly to the Prime Minister that – in Parliament, save the street dogs!' 'A letter to PM?' 'Hasto, dogs bark all night around my house and ears are ripe. That is why the complaint-letter has been written to PM. If you don't answer, I will write to UNO!' 'Anyway, Prema's daughter is having fun, isn't she?', asked Krishnan. 'Prema excels in studies and sports, but these days the poor thing's health is a bit bad.' 'Why? What happened?' 'Constant headache. Spectacle numbers are shown. Not even a migraine.' 'See a specialist Dr?' 'Specialists just loot money. I have also written a letter to the Health Minister regarding the open looting of doctors.' Saying this, Arunagiri was filled with pride. 'Dude, take your headaches seriously. An acquaintance of mine Dr. Aggarwal is a neurologist. Let's show them.' 'No now. He gets headache if he reads all day long. It will be fine.' In the evening, Krishnan's wife Lalita said, 'Arunagiri's wife Uma called that Prema is getting weaker day by day. That Dr. Shall we show Agarwal?' 'Just today I told Arunagiri but he doesn't trust specialists!' 'Leave them, I will explain to Uma. Dr. Take Agarwal's appointment.' 'Yes, but back to Arunagiri, I should not write a letter to the President!' Krishnan said with a smile. The very next day, Krishnan got a call from his wife at the office: 'Reach to Safdarjung Hospital soon.' When Krishnan reached there, Prema's body was lying in the ICU. 'What happened to all this?' Krishnan asked, 'Prema fell unconscious at school but the doctor who came here to perform her emergency operation got an urgent call that 'some minister in Parliament has developed chest pain.' So the doctor left Prema and ran to the parliament. The girl died because of the gross negligence of the hospital!' Lalita said. Then the doctor present there said, 'It is not our negligence. The girl had a coronary heart problem at birth, so why did the parents not pay attention for so many years? This is their mistake. She was dead when she was admitted.' 'No! The school doctor said that Prema was alive when she reached the hospital. Your doctor forgot his duty and ran away from Parliament. OK?' Lalita said. Premani's mother Uma put a poke…but Arunagiri was standing like a lifeless statue. 'Open letter' Arunagiri muttered as Krishna placed his hand on his shoulder, 'If…if..I..I..W..W..I will write a 'complaint letter' to every newspaper and every newspaper about this murder. .which will be my 'last letter'!' As it is 'World Post Day' today, this excerpt from Indira Parthasarathy's Tamil story brings thousands of snake bites to mind. Interval: Tere khat aaj main, Ganga mein baha aya hoon, Aag bahte hue pani mein laga aya hoon. (Kaifi Azmi) Before today's e-mail era, it was a practice to write letters of outrage or complaint. Governments were shaken in Parliament by the acid letters of militant intellectuals or true social workers. The masses would take to the streets and descend from the seat of power. Now Parvati, wife of Congress Chief Minister of Karnataka Siddaramaiah, E.D. Ali wrote a letter to the Enforcement Department saying- 'I am ready to return 14 plots of land allotted in MUDA (Muda) land scam. For me, my husband's honor or peace of mind is not greater than any land or wealth! I request all political parties, leaders and media not to involve the women of the leaders' families in the controversy to settle the political accounts, do not hurt our self-respect.' Well, what is right and wrong in this letter is Ishwar and E.D. as if However, letters have always been a solidly powerful medium for writers, thinkers, leaders. Gandhiji, rising at 4 o'clock in the Brahma-muhurta, wrote a long article on celibacy to industrialist Ghanshyamdas Birlaji, in the form of a letter, and at the end of the note – put a note: 'Rs. 10,000 for the roof of the ashram. Send it!' Birlaji wrote a very short letter in front of him: 'Mr. Bapu, learned about celibacy. I am sending money.' The world-famous author Henry Miller wrote incredibly romantic or crystal-personal letters to his lover-friend Anais Neen, which were the raw material for Henry's novels. Nehruji, wrote wonderful letters to his daughter Indira from prison and received a memorable book like 'Discovery of India'. An excellent Gujarati song, in letter form. A poor and blind mother in the city writes a pathetic paper to her son who has forgotten her: 'Blind believe the paper!' Many letters can make us cry, shake us and sometimes make us fall asleep in solitude. End-Titles: Adam: Got my love letter? Eve: Would have changed the name below!
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