Mandeep Hamlet to himself

Shall I? Or shall I not. That is the question. The ghost speaks to me in a trance such as my fathers. I also feel that Claudius’s soul is covered in mill weed and ash. His talk sounds like the devil preaching. I am not a man to act in rash motions. I will prove to myself that he has committed the dreaded deed of regicide. This player that has entered my dominion will help me secure my thoughts. I will add a few lines here and there, to make it seem exactly what the ghost protruded. I promise myself that I will take revenge if that ass even flinches. My plans make sense… right? Logically, if he killed my father he will blench. If he blenches I kill him. Why do I feel like crap though? Has Claudius committed a deed I always wanted to follow through on myself. If I wanted my father dead, then I am no different from Claudius. O fie! Fie. My mother? That is the reason. O fie! Fie! O why, my mother? Why Gertrude? Calm down Hamlet, you are over-thinking things now. No I am not. Yes you are. O what am I saying, arguing with myself? I must gather my thoughts. That is it! He blenches; I shove a sword down his mouth.

Mandeep Hamlet to Polonius

I know I have inquired about your maiden daughter, yet I ask again, who is your daughter? Let me tell you something O powerful politician, your bliss is in your daughter’s happiness. If she hath fallen in love with a peasant, then let her marry. She hath not be happy with any other man, especially the one you choose for her. She will be content and prosperous with her choice. Let me explain to you the feeling of love. Its warmth covers you like a wool blanket. Enticing attraction can take over a man, even to madness. Love is like a midsummer storm, you don’t even know you are in love, until you are drenched in joy. Permission to love is not granted by parents, it is granted by God. Even maggots seem to be beautiful when you are in love. Love cannot be shackled by the iron of social position. The fruit of her whom will be your blood still, even it is the son of a prince or a peasant.

Mandeep Hamlet to Polonius

Catch a fish have you yet? The sun has set in the south; do you have word on the King? You know, Polonius is German for egghead. I here you a statesman, does this mean you keep track of the state of Denmark’s prostitutes. I believe I have seen you before… in a pig pen. Do you know when my father was alive, you kissed his feet. Even then I could not see your reflection, you vampire.

Mandeep Hamlet to Claudius

King of Denmark, is it wise to allow the Norwegians entrance into Denmark? I have been reading in the Bible that the Norwegians have the ability to attack us in the illusion of attacking Poland. Although the moon told me yesterday that you are a very wise man, I just want you, the King, to be alert. Fortinbras is not a man to be trusted in. How can you of all people place trust in anyone, especially your enemy. I bare witness to your drunkard behaviour my uncle. You are so high in the ecstasy of being King and having a thirsty wife, that you lack the knowledge to do something decent with your power. Besides flooding the streets of Denmark with an awe inspiring amount of corruption, you are now allowing those Norwegian fishmongers into Denmark. Bloody hell! I cannot do much, for I have lost my wits. I am but a flowing river through the forest of unease that meanders around pain and into an ocean of confusion. Fie! Fie! Take care of this old whore will you; Denmark needs a fishmonger like you to take care of it. Ahhh, I must go now. The trees beckon me to assist them in mourning over a diseased oak.

Dearest Laertes

Dearest Laertes,
I have done as you and our frothy rump-fed pignut father have asked; I have kept my distance from my dearest Hamlet. It is painful not to see his face every day. I love him Laeretes, “And hath given countenance to his speech, with almost all the holy vows of heaven.” I trust him with all my heart. But as I have also said that your advice is locked away in my memory I have made an effort to follow it, even though it causes me pain.
How are you doing in France? Is it all it was before? Are you doing as I am, following our father’s advice? I wish I was there with you. I would love to travel to anywhere but here. The war, my lost love, it all hurts to be around. You on the other hand get to start over completely fresh. I have to say I am jealous of you. Maybe in a couple of years I will be able to travel the world, maybe by boat. Don’t forget what father has said, “Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.” One thing with father not all his advice is useful but sometimes he can pull something out. I miss you dearly Laertes. Do behave yourself.

Love your dearest sister, Ophelia

Dearest Father

Dearest Father,
I am writing to you on behalf of my hurting heart and confused mind. I know earlier you had said, “Tis told me he hath very oft of late, given private time to you, and you yourself, have of your audience been most free and bounteous.” I know that I previously said Hamlet offers much affection but it is not in the way you think. It is the love of friendship and I miss that. You also say I act like a foolish little baby, but father I am not your little girl anymore. I am grown up and as much as I respect you I am having great difficulty agreeing with your suggestions. As I mentioned before he is constantly talked about in an honourable way but again you didn’t seem to listen to me; your one and only daughter. But father if it is your wish I will stay away from my loving Hamlet and you will see the agony and sadness in my eyes every day.

Love your dearest, Ophelia

What to do?

Dear Ophelia,

I am baffled to how much influence my father has on me. I really should tell him what’s on my mind. A father will love their daughter no matter what...right? I would like to tell him I really do love dear Hamlet but in reality he does say I am below him. What am I saying? He is a prince I am not even close. I am just a Lord's daughter. Hamlet does not deserve a nothing like me. I am an artless fool-born foot licker compared to the ever affectionate Hamlet. I live in his kingdom as a "visitor" to his home. No! Why am I letting my darn daddy get into my head? I don’t know what to do. My heart tells me one thing but my head tells me another. I wish there was a sign to show me what to do.

Love you dearest,
Ophelia

Hamlet is driving me crazy

My brother has died not to long ago but life still goes on, and yet hamlet is still covered from head to toe in black garments. Of course when i ask him why he decides to be Witty and replies " Not so, my lord. I am too much in the sun". He really needs to get over it. Can't he understand that his father lost a father, who lost their father, I mean it happens all the time and now is the time to move on. I am his new father now and it is time he starts thinking of me as just that! I don't know if I quite trust Hamlet that much, so maybe him staying in Wittenberg is better. Of course with his mother on my side he will have no choice but to obey and stay with us. Ah this brings me such joy!

Marcellus to himself

Two nights I have seen a ghostly creature now. "Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy" if only he would stand guard with I, and see with thy own eyes I am sane and tis not a side effect of sleep loss. If only he would beleive for one second the things I have seen these last few nights, and the cool air that fills the air when the ghost arrives. I can only hope that Horatio has faith and decides to stand guard with I.

All I need is for Horatio to see it, and then Bernardo to talk to it. He speeks latin and is therefore protected by the church from any harm the ghost could do. I must leave into the shadow of the night now for i hear voices and in the state Denmark is in now, you never know who it is.

hello

hello

My dearest Claudius. We must speak of my sons continuing unnecessary behavior. His black clothes and bleak disposition linger like fog around my heart. I only wish for him accept you as king and perhaps look up to you as a father figure. My noble husband. What shall I do?

For crying out loud, Horatio answer me. What the bloody hell is wrong with you Marcellus. Why won't you two answer me. I am your superior, do as i say.

Queen Gertrude Reflection

Oh dear me! I feel terrible for the deep dark hole that my poor boy Hamlet has dug himself into with grief. Tis a woman really to blame for trying to provide her only son with a role model?
A father? I have wept over the death of my dear King Hamlet, and it is with my deepest regret to know that I will never again feel his love for me, but Claudius is a fine man, and I know that if my son was to give him a chance, great things could come of it. A woman needs to be loved and at such a hard time it is a blessing to have Claudius. I pray thee son goes not to Wittenberg, but stays and finds peace and sees that the future can hold great things for him and the state of Denmark.

Mandeep- Hamlet to Horatio, Marcellus

Horatio and Marcellus, my friends you are now my kin. Forgive me, for I must not bring forth to my tongue what I have heard from the ghost, for I fear you will reveal my truth at the first chance. All I can say is that there is a villain dwelling in Denmark. I’ll think it would be best that we keep this “situation” between us gentlemen. I say again, you should move in thine own direction and I shall in mine. Now, I know this disheartens you but please trust me. Trust me when I say that I will be fine. The ghost is good, please don’t question me anymore. Place on your heart like an anvil my request. Do not tell anyone what happened last night.

Come, lets stray from this topic.Horatio I do have but a few questions for you, my friend. How do you feel about this ghost? Hypothetically speaking… hypothetically, don’t take me for my word here. If the ghost told you to do something, would you do it? Also, I woke up this morning and saw the sky a flaming red. What do you think this means? Marcellus, how do you feel about our new King? I absolutely love him... do you?

Mandeep: Hamlet to himself

O God. What am I to do? O God. My father has been murdered and my mother marries his killer. All this news I get from a ghost. I question myself, can it be trusted? What if this ghost is of the rotten kind? If I follow its orders, I will be forced to commit regicide. Yet I trust this ghost. It brings an aura of my father with it. Therefore its word i shall commit to memory. I must wipe all trivial, fond records, all saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, its commandment all alone shall live. Although I see my father in this ghost, I shall contemplate before I move swiftly to avenge. Until then, I must be aware of all those who speak in smiles; for a single flinch of an eye could lead to my death. I must watch all: the King, my courts and especially that pernicious woman I call mother.

O, all's not right in the world. I can sense it. Hamlet’s murder, the queen’s disloyalty and a suspicious choice by Claudius to keep me close. Why is it that when I doth woke up in the morning I saw a flaming sky. As I walked to my Ophelia’s house I saw cats playing with mice. I must remain preoccupied with the situation at hand. Rest my soul now, the morning sun bring with it a quarreling day.

Mandeep – Hamlet to Claudius -

You are absolutely right, K...K…King Claudius. My father’s father died and his father died and so forth. Yet you must understand that losing a father for a young man is very hard. It seems you are having trouble grasping this idea. I feel pain because I loved my father. Here, let me explain it to you in your terms. Say you lost a beloved possession; let’s take for example the throne….. would you not cry in agony? Grief is not unmanly O wise King. What is unmanly is the very little pain you show in the face of your brother’s death. If a foreigner were to come to this castle, he would not be able to tell that you are in mourning. Seems my mother and you have great chemistry between each other. Nay I remind you King Claudius that chemistry is built over time; time that must have elapsed into my father’s reign. Even before my father died I could see you, my ….. beloved uncle adore his sister-in law in an exceeding fashion.

Although I feel I need time to myself, I will accept your assertion. I will not go to Wittenberg, rather stay in your presence . My dear Uncle, your face reflects the grief of a widow, but your eyes tell another tale. I pray thee do not get too drunk tonight. After all, you are the King now. If the King of Denmark was drunk in joy, what would our neighbours to the North call us… the state of drunkards?

I must say my noble friends, it has been a difficult time. I do with great sadness mourn the death of my previous husband, but can now happily move on with Claudius, the new King of Denmark. Hamlet has not taken to this news quite well. He spends his days moping the courtyard dressed in those AWFUL black clothes. As I say, “what lives must die eventually." It is quite unfortunate that his father’s death came so soon, but really, one must move on. The quicker the better I say. Two months is PLENTY of time. I mean I’ve already gotten a new husband!

Farewell my friends
Yours Truly,

Queen Gertrude