Charu Nivedita speech at Hypnotique Circle, Chennai

Watch Charu Nivedita speech at Hypnotique Circle, Chennai | 08-04-2018
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether it is 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: it is 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.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
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What a piece of work is man,
How noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties,
In form and moving how express and admirable,
In action how like an Angel,
In apprehension how like a god,
The beauty of the world, The paragon of animals.
And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither;
• What a Piece of Work I...
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Tormented by a spiritual thirst,
I stumbled through a gloomy waste,
And there a six-winged seraph
Appeared before me at the crossroad.
With touch as light as slumber,
He laid his fingers on my eyes,
Which opened wide in prophecy
Just as a startled eagle's might.
Upon my ears his touch then fell,
And they were filled with noise and clangs:
I heard the heavens shift on high,
The whispering of angels' wings,
Sea monsters moving in the deep,
The growing grapevines in the vales.
And then he bent down towards my mouth,
My sinful tongue he ripped right out-
Its slander and its idle lies-
And with his bloody hand inserted
Between my still and lifeless lips
A cunning serpent's forked tongue.
And with his sword he cleaved my breast
Removed my shaking heart,
And then he seized a blazing coal,
And placed it in my gaping breast.
Corpse-like I lay upon the sand
And then God's voice called out to me:
"Arise, O Prophet, watch and hark,
Fulfill all my commands:
Go forth now over land and sea,
And with your word ignite men's hearts.

[@venkr1728]

What a fantastic social commentary!! A true intellectual and a liberated soul.

[@newtonwilliam7136]

Must watch video!

[@krishasudhar5820]

nice

[@ckamalesh9510]

Sema thala...

[@sivalingammurugaiah24]

Love you sooooooo much சாரு

[@vinallu]

என்னது Dublin ஸ்பெயின் ல இருக்கா??. சார் அது Ireland ல இருக்கு.

[@thomasdanielraj]

உங்க மகன் படிக்கல... அதுக்கு மட்டும் வக்காலத்து..Dr படிக்கல na.. அந்த எழுத்தர் மட்டும் திட்றது .... என்ன சாரு .. நியாயம்

[@suvaasan]

Sitting on somebody head to do something is not right and we are not here to change the world saying that whatever I am saying that is right, u r wrong. We let them to think not to forcing

[@thomasdanielraj]

So what​@@suvaasan