Lights. Camera. RCNM.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in dreams than in this reality called life when I landed there. Yes, I like to call it autumn. Not the 'fall'. Yes, I've been an Anglophile all my life. I've grown up with the sole belief that books were my best friends. They could understand me and excite me, fascinate me and make me wonder, like nothing or nobody else on the entire planet. My first rhyme was 'London Bridge', my first novel was 'Secret Seven' by Enid Blyton. Famous five, and Rudyard Kipling's children's stories and what not. And I, like many others have picked up J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, and loved it more than most material things. London, to me, meant the origin of this art we call literature. When English is close to your heart, how could London not be so? All those stories describing Hyde Park at dusk, those double decker red buses that Sherlock took rides in, 221B Bak...

     “With the single exception of Homer, there is no eminent writer, not even Sir Walter Scott, whom I can despise so entirely as I despise Shakespeare when I measure my mind against his."-  George Bernard Shaw              Reading or listening to Shakespeare can be like learning a foreign language. And then some people have trouble finding the "real" or "true" emotion or feeling in the words. It takes time, and everyone is in such a hurry. Well, not everyone. People liked the movie "Shakespeare in Love", but then the language was changed when the "real" characters were talking with each other while not reciting their lines. The main issue may be intellectual accessibility. They are nauseatingly boring to read. And all I learned was that Early Modern English hurt my brain. The most bizarre and probably the coolest of all was Muammar al-Gaddafi on Willy, who was,  Sheikh  Zubayr bin...