Thursday, September 27, 2007


There is always a plot. A plot for every life, common to a few, divided into a few sub-plots and further on. Some excite and entice, seeking attention at the expense of the worthy. Some, deliberately forgotten to make believe never ending interpretations, suiting everyone’s perception. Characters exhibit shades, rather than humanity -- a chaotic blend of lazy curators, stealing the spotlight for they challenge the supposed intellect. And as for the plot of a life, devoid of any sub-plots, characters, climax, heroes, props and morals, what purpose must a pen and paper have, if not to chart a desolate course dictated by its whimsical overlord.