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Vetri Nichayam.

I don't like Samy Vellu. But when he takes time off to launch a writer's book, I'll resist the urge to poke fun at him.

From The Star:
WRITERS should produce literary works that provide ideas for the socio-economic development of the people, Tamil Nesan quoted MIC president Datuk Seri S. Samy Vellu as saying.

He said a positive and right frame of mind was needed to improve one’s quality of life.

In this context, writers could help contribute such ideas for the betterment of society.

One’s success in life would be more meaningful if it also benefited society as well, he said.

In this respect, writers should be broad-minded and far-sighted to help uplift the people’s socio-economic status. They could share constructive ideas in their writings, he said.

Samy Vellu praised Tamil writer P. Sundarapaadiyan for possessing such positive traits. He was launching the writer’s Tamil short story collection entitled Vetri Nichayam (Success is in Our Hands) in Sitiawan, Perak, recently.
Wonder if there are any plans to translate Success is in Our Hands into English?

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  1. I saw that too in the paper.

    I was wondering whether he will one day write his own memoir. :)

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  2. I'm sure a lot of ghost writers are willing to help him out when the time comes.

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  3. I don't like Sam Vello either. But he does have a point there. I guess even the most @%&% politician still makes sense at times...

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  4. Yeah, wish he'd make sense the rest of the time too, but hey, you can't have everything.

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