All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare
The things which we felt at some point of time damn needed and without which we just can’t survive would no longer be the same as the time passes! And we all have witnessed it in every single stage of our lives. Why that condition turns out to be so futile in passing time? Why can’t our needs remain the same? Why can’t we stick to same choice? Cause life is all about opportunities!! We are not supposed to miss them.
Friends, I just gave a wider description about what we have gone through all these days and there seems nothing special rite? Of course nothing special, but let’s see how we are struggling………Many people say very big things about society, our relationships and interactions of the society and a person, yes I do agree man is a social animal and we all are bound by its rules and regulations, how is it true that we can’t lead our life individually? Is it so true? We all are born alone and we die alone, do the loved ones come along with us when we are leaving? Do we try to stop living for the loved one’s departure? It does hurt obviously but again the mystery teaches us how to crack and manage with the rest of the things! Isn’t it amazing?
Parents in front of children depart, children in front of parents depart, friends depart, loved ones depart….do we stop living? No we don’t and we are not supposed to! At some point of time we can just shed tears and say hmmmmmm that’s life!! It does not mean that we all are so self centred, its just the way we choose to carry on… neither the arrival nor the departure of someone can really affect the way of leading life. Somebody has rightly said that “ BARUVAGA BETTALE HOGUVAGA BETTALE BANDU HOGUVA NADUVE BARI KATTALE” am not trying to be pessimist, but at some point of time, a sudden thought arises to mind why should we struggle so much, when death is unquestioned? Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway!
Again mystery pinches me and says don’t be a stupid you fool, "When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.”! That’s the beauty of life indeed!!!!
you write realy gud.Dont stop until u get fame and sucess
ReplyDeletev should dont Ask Qustn to life wt evr mAy come in life v should tke it As it is.
ReplyDeleteyou hve gud writting skills u keep it up just go on my frnd
ReplyDeletethank u friends:-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful narration,,, u simply redefined the fragrance of reality of life which is indeed beautiful then a dream could ever be... keep writing,, waiting for next one!!
ReplyDeleteYeah quite a few things that you have noticed are amazing indeed. you have said: "Neither the arrival nor the departure of someone can really affect the way of leading life..." I wonder if it is true.(But why so much of philosophy and so many existential speculations at such a tender age baby?)
ReplyDeletesir, thank you so much.....am really moved by your apreciation!! anything wrong in adapting the philosophy so early??? nothing wrong i guess:-)
ReplyDeleteHe who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
ReplyDeleteI have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.
being happy is all that matters .......feeling happiness and being happy i think are our concerns and many times ppl r nt blessed so much in what they want themselves blessed ........rather than being thoughtful i think u better r working in your space to occupy more space and freedom......
ReplyDelete@MANJU.. why so much complication pa...i really dint get ur comment!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteDear little daughter, it shows that you are acting above the maturity level...am not trying to pull your leg, no comments on your writing skills and your abilty of the expression, but try being normal kid with little less serious philosophical thoughts honey...keep going.
ReplyDeleteall the best for the venture!!!!
the way u think,
ReplyDeletethe way u act on situation,
is beyond ur skills,
success is towords patience,
that i can see in u.......
keep on going...........:):)
i think vijaylaxmi mam's comment is same as mine....nw u read u ll get...
ReplyDeleteNice one..
ReplyDeleteThumbs up..:-)