Gorakh pandey biography of michael

And she judged. She judged me by the standards of her charming skin which she knew can not be undermined in the market. I took her as a human personality. And she was conspiracy of living skin in the market-place where all dogs and asses follow her with watery mouth and sparkling eyes. She saw that I neglected her most important aspect, her charming skin and on which she ever prided.

And she threw me in the area of hounds and asses to be eaten. They have started eating. They came and see me and felt enjoyed that I have been so captivated by their supreme lady. The lady with sweet smiles and glazy eyes, the lady with murderous skills and conspiratorial plans, the lady whom I loved with whole existence, the lady who made the dogs capable of eating me.

That grand lady of dogs and asses became my judge. A pure beast, a beast without any respect and attraction for human qualities like sincerity, simplicity etc. That grand lady out of a beast or that pure beast out of a lady was made my judge with the help of my utter foolishness, and urge for a friendly company of a woman. I am defeated in a war with the hateful beasts like dogs and asses because I 'loved' how ironical the word sounds in my ears!

I am by chance saved, but I find no wayout of humiliation, torture and shame in which I have placed myself with the help of this conspiracy called love. I loved a woman and I conspired against myself because I loved a conspirator woman. She is now instructing her dogs and asses who can fill my ears with the sounds of shame and degradation and who can bite me whenever they get chance.

Gorakh pandey biography of michael

Now feeling better. Miss Sinha has recovered her health. She was seen standing on the balcony by someone. It is good. I feel better because now there is no reason for feeling. Some persons feel always bad. They acquire a habit of such felings. Therefore, do not adjust themselves to different conditions. I am regaining my strength because I have released the violence perpetrated on me through different channels.

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Back in Delhi, he was treated with electroconvulsive therapy without consent for his schizophrenia and on January 28,he died by suicide in the Jhelum hostel of JNU, where he then worked as a research scholar, sending a wave of grief across the literary society and his village, where he was particularly beloved by farmers. He wrote in his suicide note that he was tired of his worsening mental health.

Even now his verses can be heard during protests and in the evening gathering of poets in unknown corners. The 20th century is reaching its end Through murders In the morning of the 21st century What will be in the papers? Dineshnandini: The writer who lost more from love and life than she gained from literature. Re-reading Bhuvaneshwar, the absurdist Hindi writer who lived in railway stations and trains.

Revisiting the works of Rajkamal Chowdhary, the writer whom Hindi literature could never categorise. Newsletters Gift Membership. Become a member Subscribe Get app Sign in Take Scroll With You Download the app to read our award-winning journalism on the go and stay up-to-date with our notifications.