Saturday, April 14, 2012

Prologue

 

 

All the World's a Stage

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 schoolboy, 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 honor, 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 lined,
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 slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, 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
I am girl.Not just any girl but a girl with a dream as high as the moon in the sky and self esteem as low as the deep ocean water flows.I do not wish to be like any other than myself. I am a mess, I confess. But I too have talent and wisdom as such some may not acknowledge, but still I am grateful and thankful to God for giving me a chance to live :) .

I have been called crazy.Idiot.Weird.Fat.Useless.Tom-boy.Outcast.loner.And so much more. So, if you do share the same experience with me then be my guest and leave a comment.I am girl who is striving to live in this world.I am girl who is fighting an everyday battle at school.I am girl who wants to leave her mark on this world. And most of all,I am a girl who wants to be somebody. I chose Sir William's piece above as you can see because well basically it's a brilliant piece and also it some how touched me deeply. And so my fellow fighters in so called war field a.k.a school.This would the beginning of Juliet's secrets being unfold.



            For better or for worse
                     and for the lack of better words
                   I end my speech right here.
                                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                           Sita  

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