Favourite Ganeshpuri Sadhus ~ Digital Art by shaktim

~ through the years i didn't talk to the westerners in India, i didn't talk to most people, but i would watch the sadhus ... so CERTAIN of their rights to BE ~ so simple ...

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MY Great Grandfather GURU ... Avadhut Bhagavan Nityananda of Kanhangadh and Ganeshpuri

HAMLET "To be or not to be"

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an actor prepares ... Shaktim The Hamlet of YouTube ... Caves of Ellora, India.
This take I have uploaded while in India, Unedited. But I really Love the art of editing Video, adding music, transitions... it is ALL consuming ! So I hope you enjoy the new version ... please comment, subscribe and help me bring this journey to MORE people !!!
DREAMS are MADE Of ACTION !!!

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
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 heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. 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 th' 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 undiscovered 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 enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

HAMLET ... 'How All Occasions' a transformative moment in my Life ~

This past August in Ellora, my host brother, Irman Khan, let me rot in my monsoon leaky cement roofed apartment, he so generously 'gave' to me. I took the opportunity, as I could not bathe in my room, due to lack of water for 9 days, again, due to being left to fend for myself as my host ran for an election, that he won by the way. I saw this as an opportunity to put my anger to good use. When I say these words I am completely engrossed in 'stating the facts' about my then, current situation (the 2010 monsoon in Ellora) ... a time I will never forget. It taught me that I can have a true rage, a powerful connection to my anger and as an actor, I can access the emotional 'remembrance' ... very much a part and parcel with 'method acting'. I think this was my first REAL experience with emotional memory. Probably not, now that I think about it... ha Here are Two Takes of 'How All Occasions'. You can understand how an actor can use the text very differently, depending on the 'moment' ... this second version is much more enraged ~~~