I used to think there's just one Peter Jackson who defines reverence and understands tribute.

And then Vishal Bhardwaj comes along.

He really seems to know his Shakespeare. And more than that, he really knows his art.

The magnitude of Omkara's impact is so potent. It’s almost severe. It's like having two-dozen machine guns fired at you. And you die willingly, gloriously.

To know a tragedy beforehand and yet jump out of your tense concentration when the moment of stark reality reveals itself.

To smell early traces of dishonesty in the vicarious schemes of limping, jilted villain’s intentions and yet hoping for a glint of repentance only to be as shocked by the outcome as his target is.

To be certain what to expect and yet walk out with much more in the form of dark splintered pieces of complex human minds.

The aftermath of Omkara leaves you with a souvenir of unsuppressed awe for startling performances, simmering vision, breathtaking narrative, flowing composition and dramatic direction.

Omkara is a flawless depiction of flawed protagonists.

And for those who didn’t like it and are contributing to its poor trade, I’d say: Oye kathor! (Darn you heartless person!)