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;
Mit jayenge, mar jayenge
Kaam koi kar jayenge
Mar ke bhi, chaain na mila
To jaayenge yaaron kahaan?
4 comments:
Hamlet and JITU of the white pant-shirt (with shirt tucked in pant and white belt cinching waist) in one blog?????
wasnt it BIG B? Bombay to Goa.
Thanks muchly, han solo. I am an idiot.
and,
Zauq:
ab to ghabaraake ye kahate hai.n ki mar jaaye.nge
mar ke bhii chain naa paayaa to kidhar jaaye.nge
BTW, if you forgive shameless self-promotion, I am pretty sure you will like this:
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and I have a feeling that you have a lot to add to it too.
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