When I see the nova rich today I am reminded of William Cowper’s poem ‘The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk’ where the poem opens with the following lines
‘I am monarch of all I survey;
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the brute
The protagonist might have been a cast away compelled to spend four years on an island in solitude but here we seem to be heading to a society where the nova rich are going the way of Alexander Selkirk. Only difference however is they are not castaways on an island longing for human contact as their dwellings are not surrounded by sea but a sea of fellow inhabitants in touch with humanity unlike them. What amuses me is their belief that money can buy everything under the sun and there is none to dispute their right to lord over fellow human beings!
n.meera raghavendra rao