burnt wood and manure tickled my nose, and fat white clouds leisurely traveled along the horizon. The air was warm, but not enough to walk about without a thick sweater. It was the kind of weather that invited people to come out of their apartments and admire the beauty of the city during the winter before trees begin to shed their first leaves. I was seated on a creaky, old wooden bench in Tompkins Square Park, the pink and black leash of my dog’s collar tucked beneath my denim clad thighs. A black
CHAPTER - I INTRODUCTION “History has come to a stage when the moral man, the complete man, is more and more giving way, almost without knowing it, to make room for the commercial man, the man of limited purpose. This process aided by the wonderful progress in science, is assuming gigantic proportion and power causing the upset of man’s moral balance, obscuring his human side under the shadow of soul-less organization.”- Rabindranath Tagore, Nationalism, 1917. Aristotle felt that the purpose of