Curious case of "Haider Meer"

When was the last time you experienced silent melancholic frames in a Hindi movie or an assembly of great artists, each performing to the best of their abilities? If you are having a hard time scratching your heads then forget about the rest. By rest I mean a Director attempting one of the most complicated pieces of Shakespeare, each character having its layers demanding our attention and still leaving us guessing about the right and wrong, putting forth the tragedy of not only Haider Meer but also of human frailty, commonness of common man(and woman), our institutions and troubled times. If this is heavy then we can entirely forget about Oedipus, the tragic king of Thebes whose traces can be found in the subtext. We can find them if our craving for junk has not made us forget what a subtext means.  Haider could have been the third crown for Vishal Bhardaj after Maqbool and Omkara but sadly it is not so. It tries to set comics in motion when tragedy is at its peak and that makes it falter. Irony of our times is that standing on the heap of jingle bells and gift packets, Haider is still a classic because it is not a commodity but an idea that most of the movies should be. Tabu, Irfaan, Kay Kay, Rajat (young Tigmanshu from Gangs of Wasseypur), Vidyatrthi are there, still Shahid and Shraddha stand out. Every character has it place, space and time. Kashmiri Pandits are almost left out but that is for other daring makers to explore as it is a story of one Haider Meer. Those who think that the image of Indian army is maligned in the movie can only be pitied upon because this is the tragedy of one Haider Meer.