In the so-called literary communities of our society perhaps extinguishing rapidly, there is bleak hope to rejuvenate the public by means of sublime literatures. What to speak of the dormant intelligentsia ideally expected to breathe life in and calcifically strengthen the polio-affected bones of the continually degenerating people, the global politics is ever striving, adversely and negatively, to bring about a jungle raj in every nook and corner! The extant society is expressly galloping backward towards the inestimable old ages where the muscles survived immortally and benedictorily, and the cannibals and vampires tamed the weak and down-trodden for their delicious foods, sexual gratifications and social dominances. Actually, the present civilization is the replica of that civilization at which we mock meaninglessly thinking that ours is a highly sophisticated world. In my opinion, the gone-by civilization was far better because even the muscle men could sometimes be coaxed favourably to create an ideal world replete with numerous examples of such adorable personalities as spent their strengths and powers to nurture the weak and repair the muscles of the diseased. Now a days, we can have rarely an example of such personality. We are, sometimes, hoaxed by the emergence of some personality, and feel thrilled that we are soon to be redeemed; but at the next moment what we see that the same person is converting to be a bloody scoundrel.