December 02, 2005

Brevity Isn't Always The Soul Of Wit

Hamlet:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?

………………………To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;

Jeetendra: Bachchan:
Mit jayenge, mar jayenge
Kaam koi kar jayenge
Mar ke bhi, chaain na mila
To jaayenge yaaron kahaan?


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hamlet and JITU of the white pant-shirt (with shirt tucked in pant and white belt cinching waist) in one blog?????

Han Solo said...

wasnt it BIG B? Bombay to Goa.

Ink Spill said...

Thanks muchly, han solo. I am an idiot.

Vinay said...

and,

Zauq:
ab to ghabaraake ye kahate hai.n ki mar jaaye.nge
mar ke bhii chain naa paayaa to kidhar jaaye.nge

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and I have a feeling that you have a lot to add to it too.