Sushmita Banerjee was born in Calcutta (present-day Kolkata, India) to a middle-class Bengali family. Her father worked in the civil defense department and her mother was a homemaker. She was the only sister to her three brothers. She first met her future husband Janbaz Khan, an Afghan businessman, at a theatre rehearsal in Calcutta[4] and married him on 2 July 1988.[2] The marriage took place secretly in Kolkata, as she feared her parents would object. When her parents tried to get them divorced, she fled to Afghanistan with Khan.[2] She then discovered that her husband had a first wife, Gulguti. In her book, Gulguti is described as one of her brother-in-law's wives.[5] Although shocked, she continued to live in Khan's ancestral house in Patiya village, with her three brothers-in-law, their wives, and children.[1][2] Khan later returned to Kolkata to continue his business, but Banerjee could not return.[2]
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This joke has been evolving for more than one hundred years. In March 1900 the humorist Marshall Pinckney Wilder asserted authorship of the gag. By April 1900 a version with a comical Irishman was circulating. In 1902 a theatrical production switched the roles of the husband and wife.
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In other words, Portia is sick and tired of being excluded from her husband's world just because she's a woman. She also suggests that, when Brutus keeps things from her, he's treating her like a "harlot [prostitute], not his wife."
Here Portia says she knows she's just a girl, but since she's the daughter and wife of two really awesome men, that makes her better than the average woman. To prove her point, she stabs herself in the thigh without flinching and demands that her husband treat her with more respect. Yikes! Later she kills herself by swallowing "fire," or hot coals (4.3). This is interesting because it's usually men who are prone to violence in the play.
It gives me immense joy and pleasure to know that we are going to be husband and wife today because I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You are everything I hoped for and more. I know that married life will come with its own set of challenges, but I promise you that it is all going to be worth it because we will have each other to hold on to.
"Go home then," said the fish, "she is standing at the gate of it already." So away went the fisherman, and found his wife standing before the gate of a great castle. "See," said she, "is not this grand?" With that they went into the castle together, and found a great many servants there, and the rooms all richly furnished, and full of golden chairs and tables. Behind the castle was a garden, and around it was a park half a mile long, full of sheep, goats, hares, and deer; and in the courtyard were stables and cow houses."Well," said the man, "now we will live cheerful and happy in this beautiful castle for the rest of our lives.""Perhaps we may," said the wife, "but let us sleep upon it, before we make up our minds to that." So they went to bed.The next morning when Dame Ilsabill awoke it was broad daylight, and she jogged the fisherman with her elbow, and said, "Get up, husband, and bestir yourself, for we must be king of all the land.""Wife, wife," said the man, "why should we wish to be the king? I will not be king.""Then I will," said she. "But wife," said the fisherman, "how can you be king? The fish cannot make you a king?""Husband," said she, "say no more about it, but go and try! I will be king." So the man went away quite sorrowful to think that his wife should want to be king. This time the sea looked a dark grey colour, and was overspread with curling waves and the ridges of foam as he cried out,"O man of the sea!Hearken to me!My wife IlsabillWill have her own will,And hath sent me to beg a gift of thee!""Well, what would she have now?" Said the fish. "Alas!" Said the poor man. "My wife wants to be king."
"Go home," said the fish, "she is emperor already. "So he went home again, and as he came near he saw his wife Ilsabill sitting on a very lofty throne made of solid gold, with a great crown on her head a full two yards high; and on each side of her stood her guards and attendants in a row, each one smaller than the other - fromthe tallest giant down to a little dwarf no bigger than my finger. Before her stood princes, dukes, and earls. The fisherman went up to her and said, "Wife, are you emperor?""Yes," said she, "I am emperor.""Ah!" Said the man, as he gazed upon her. "What a fine thing it is to be emperor!""Husband," said she, "why should we stop at being emperor? I will be pope next.""O wife, wife!" Said he, "How can you be pope? There is but one pope at a time in Christendom.""Husband," said she, "I will be pope this very day.""But," replied the husband, "the fish cannot make you pope.""What nonsense!" Said she. "If he can make an emperor, he can make a pope - go and try him." So the fisherman went. But when he came to the shore the wind was raging and the sea was tossed up and down in boiling waves. The ships were in trouble, and rolled fearfully upon the tops of the billows. In the middle of the heavens there was a little piece of blue sky, but towards the south all was red, as if a dreadful storm was rising. At this sight the fisherman was dreadfully frightened, and hetrembled so that his knees knocked together. Still he went down near to the shore, and said,"O man of the sea!Hearken to me!My wife IlsabillWill have her own will,And hath sent me to beg a gift of thee!""What does she want now?" said the fish. "Ah!" Said the fisherman. "My wife wants to be pope.""Go home," said the fish; "she is pope already."Then the fisherman went home, and found Ilsabill sitting on a throne that was two miles high. She had three great crowns on her head, and around her stood all the pomp and power of the church. On each side of her were two rows of burning lights of all sizes; the greatest as large as the highest and biggest tower in the world, and the least no larger than a small rush light. "Wife," said the fisherman, as he looked at all this greatness, "are you pope?" 2ff7e9595c
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