Originally posted by: Hamlet53
I,Me and Myself...
Dutta s monologue..guns,
noises and the deertaz.. quite a bloody start ..yes he was like an angel of doomsday from hell itself, for
those he deemed as crooks. Yet there were many widows in Patil wadi he looked
out for, got their orphaned daughters married off. His foster mother often
remarked, Dutta dodged many a near miss assassination
attempts because the prayers of the vulnerable acted
as his shield around him. Taz you gave an
engaging peek into his seedy underground world of crime. I
almost found you justified Dutta's criminalities .. a plea of survival on
his behalf in his musings that you have penned rather interestingly. Your reference to Dutta being a witness to a death of a loved one did
not go unmissed as a possibility of contributing to his insensitivity.. I loved
the final paragraph where the known
predator actually fell prey to the vulnerable deer..What a strange predicament where the
hunter felt compassion for the hunted.. but could this liaison work? or would Dutta's inherent weakness of distrusting all loved
ones pose a threat to his long term happiness? His character needed further fine tuning
whereby he would receive his redemptive message that in life one has to trust someone...finally taz,
its great you posted your creative musings again, inspired writing should be
shared all the more now, as the intent should be to run the Ishq forum ,like
you ,zajendo, mishfan, dazzling,Barbie are doing.. so very beautifullyoh the song
from Devdas .. is to do with Dutta wallowing in booze to keep at bay the deception throes he had
suffered. Regards hammie
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Hammie hammie hammie hammie hammie,
Ajkal ur beautiful write ups r only found in comments.anyway a reader's thirst is always there. Such a beautiful comment u gave.I didn't justify anything.it was just laagi dialogue I translated. But presented my way.
Dutta , the murderer , as a murderer ,what his conscience tells, is what made me write.wish I was blessed with a pen kike urs.feel ate but words nehi mere pas.
Keep writing for us.
CID
