If he sees
any sign of `self' rising in his own trusted lieutenants, he ruthlessly tries to
trample it with his iron feet. As long as they serve his fancies, he pats them
on their back only to nod their heads at his behest. If they seek their own
imitation of their model master, then arises the trouble, competition then
enters among themselves as in inevitable consequence.
Competition calls for the latent best for survival. In the scuffle, mental and
physical abilities are tapped into service as lavishly as possible. The
mightiest i.e., the cruelest stands firm, comes out triumphant and gets credit.
The victor establishes his supremacy soon. This ignoble and ill-gotten success
adds fuel to the fire of his bloated ambition. Wrapped thus in such unstable
fame, the `victor' sharpens his weapons for further conquests. For, this is the
only field where the 'full stop'
is banished for ever, 'comma' permeates this region. When that blind ambition
goes unheeded, unbounded and unreasoned, gloom prevails everywhere, even in the
domain of the owner.