Mandeep - Hamlet to himself

Hamlet! O Hamlet! What are you going to do? Are these signs or mockeries, which I see? It is as if I am a powerful sword, not yet struck by its owner. Why am I not in action? Why is it that I wait, when I should be moving my feet faster than a tycoon? His face sneers at me, asking me to punch him smack between his eyes. O why? Why do I hold back? He is the killer, who I must kill. That is for sure. He has killed my father and stained my mother, in my father’s bed. On top of that, I am sure he is waiting for the perfect moment to stick a spear into me. So then why do I hold myself back? Technically, it is me or him. If I do not kill him, he kills me. Yet, if I kill him, I get killed by the law. Both ways I die. And I am sure I cannot kill him the same way he killed my father; for he is too witty, and evil to let his guard down. Wait a minute. What am I doing this for? What life do I have? Kill him, my hands are bloodied. I don’t kill him; I spend the rest of my life in agonizing pain because I did not avenge my father’s death. What is my life? My father’s dead, my love’s dead. So much death around me, I fear I might just drown in death. Wouldn’t that be easier than tormenting myself? But what will my fate be in the afterlife. Then again, if I kill Claudius my fate will be the same as his. Because he will face God with blood on his hands and so will I. I must learn the ways of the eager. Look at Fortinbras: 20,000 men, all for a few rocks and trees. His soul reason is pride. My pride is in death… the death of Claudius. I must learn from him.