Peace ho... for the Shakespeare within me speaks... barf!!!

In respect of a fine workman, I am what you say, a naughty knave. I use my safe conscience to narrate to thee the event that occurred last eve.

After a weary morow attached to the dulling of my spirits and a ridiculous stay at my work place, I chanced upon an opportunity to witness a splendid spectacle on the floors of a playhouse. Measure for Measure they called the act, and ahh... what a delightful experience it had been. A strange spell possesses me now, which lets this Shakespearean dialect ooze from within. Its a fever.

I gave all classmates an invitation, but i’m sure thou landed thyself in a dilemma within thy consciences, meandering over thoughts and wondering which end o’ beam should bow. I know not a way of lamenting the worthiness of the spectacle which thou hath not seen, because i know not of such mirrors which shalt turn to thee and convince thou to watch the play. Though Shavan and Vikram, two worthy souls in their own ways made their presence felt on the occasion which was to their own benefit ‘cus they too have stories to tell.

So i humbly beseech to all thee readers... go,go, good fellows, and for this fault assemble all those of your sort, draw them to Jamshed Bhaba hall at NCPA, watch Measure for Measure and vanish thy tongue-tied guiltiness.

Sahirr...