Schindler's Epitomy.

The epitome of Oskar Schindler is what that suites this or rather i felt it does more than anything else. Been away from all the socialising acts and the latest digest i came to know is all about the shaky news of Japan's pre-doomsday catastrophe. This has got nothing to do with my fears with the arrival of that predicted D day somewhere around in late 2012 or something, nor i do feel that what could be the consequences if that nightmare ever hits back as a reality.

The thought of relating Schindler and his virtues, feeling convinced and confident that I know what Schindler is, from those 30 iterations of that cult 3 hour epic on my new machine, getting better idea of him, the every time, titles rolled up. Schindler toasts up wine for morbid reasons of celebration like tagging eyeball sized Italian buttons to his waist coat, upon which people may feel he, definitely is a cruel moron, and has got no morals or even civilian sympathies towards burning lives. But he has the noblest intentions which are hidden behind his ruthless looks which saved Schindler Jews. And the best and proudest part is there are more Schindler jews now than normal jews. That scene of paying humble and respectful homages, from the later on generations of refugees of Schindler who grew up to become millionaires and more was hair raising. Schindler did many businesses later which failed him badly, but negotiating with red hats in the name of labour migration really did good for these millionaires now. Undeniable.

Had been Schindler now, would have watched the entire devastation, in an high end society club, raising toasts of costliest wine we could ever imagine over Tendulkar's 99th ton against RSA, besides that telivision which displayed the footages of that mud swallowing Tokyo with hunger. Bar tenders who never know about Schindler would feel averted because of his pathetic denials regarding ongoing destroy. But i know from deep inside, Schidler will do something, something a man could ever do at his best, rather than people abandoning the accident with glycerine wet eyes in front of camera.

The man, masculinity personified, Oskar Schindler, has something in him, only Jews know best to say. After all, they are Schindler Jews.

So Charlie, Hail Schindler! (and his boozing capabilites)