Its past midnight, and when half of humanity would be tucked cozily in the warmth of their beds, here I am, for some weird reason, typing some arbit stuff.
And as usual, have nothing specific to write. I know its not something that I need to be proud about, and believe me, I’m not. And what is even more bizarre is that this is happening when I like, and enjoy writing. Something is seriously wrong here!

Watched ‘Omkara’ yesterday. It’s a very well made movie, sans the brusque use of words..but that I guess, one needs to show when you’re painting your own interpretation of the Western UP hinterlands, and again, we are’nt talking about refined society anyway. We’re talking diabolical here, the spiteful tale of inexorable deceit and revenge, which makes it…very, very human.
From Othello to Omkara, a lot has changed, the social setting, the idioms, the parlance, but what even these could not change is the disposition that man shares. Treason and sedition... its the same story everywhere….the machinating mind at its best! The egregious Iago becomes Langda Tyagi and the vulnerable Desdemona gracefully transforms into Dolly! Be it Othello, or our very own Omkara, the insecurities that they suffer from are analogous…the suspicions that they share are harmonious and at times, even nefarious …for here is this girl, completely in love with Othello, or Omkara, whichever you plan to choose…guileless in her loyalties, and the one thing that she deserves the most is what eludes her… Faith, of the person she thinks loves her.
Rest, as they say, is history.


Well, I don’t think I’ll go into the semantics of all that right now, I don’t think anyone will be interested in it either. Neither am I, at this unearthly hour, to foray into what frailties man suffers from…I don’t like it when others sermonize, and I have no intentions of being on the giving end myself, ensnaring all of you, who have bothered to come to my page and read this uneventful bit of scrawl.