let me recall an old zen story,
two monks were going and on the side of a river of there was a lass, comely, attractive and bereft of garment covering her,
she begged them to make her cross the river,...
one monk lifted her , carried her across the river and left her on the other side of the river and kept on moving on his path.
After a dozen or so miles, the other monk, who was sullen, silent and brooding, asked him,...
" hey you carried that nude girl !
Other monk smiled and spoke nonchalantly,
" i left her on the other side of the river, ... carried her only across the river,... but i wonder,... you are still carrying her."
.....
sometimes i wonder , a story is a story is a story, ... and this one is a long story nay novel, running into almost 2,000 pages, with scores of characters, hundreds of incidents,...
but few of us, are so besotted with a few particular incident, that they are not able to move beyond it and will judge the entire opus based on that,...
but it happens in the world of a fictionalized world.
read somewhere long back, somebody invited Pran, a noted villain of his times of Hindi movies, a great actor and a greater human being,
but sister of host came running and called his brother, and scolded him,...
" what have you done , you have invited somebody who is so cruel, so lecherous and a man of wanton habits, a man is known by the company he keeps and you are befriending such persons,
a confusion happens between reel life and real life
but it also leads to salutation to the acting ability of a an actor when difference between man and character is totally lost.
