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Monday, November 2, 2009

The Story Of A Forgotten Poet

Long ago , there was a poet who lived in a villa at 25th street in sanjeevinagar of Kharagpur . Born in a rich family , he was brought up well . He had a good schooling & higher education . He gave up his practice as a lawyer . He lost his parents in an accident when he was 26 . He remained a bachelor & was lived by none . He started writing poems . He wrote on nature , country , humanity .

When he was 35 , being fed up with his own work & daily routine , he wanted to do something ... something that pays for the purpose of the life he lived & he will be remembered for atleast some generations . It was then , he started writing on the sorrows of the life & the death . He wrote about all that he wanted to . And his ultimate work was "my suicide trials" , his master piece it was . This contained the description of his feelings on his various attempts to kill himself . In his first attempt , he hung himself to the roof of his bed room ....but , he escaped from the death . His servant saved him & he was admitted to the hospital . It was then he started writing his ultimate work . In the second attempt , the poet had injured his wrist with a knife ... a deep cut . Slowly he started losing his consciousness & finally lost it . It was again his servant , who saved him . Then he wrote on his feelings on losing the blood progressively , becoming ischaemic ,...

He was again admitted to the hospital for the third time when he swallowed a hand full of sleeping pills . This time he was in a hotel , with his notepad lying beside his head , with a note requesting the reader to admit him to a hospital . He finished writing the part three before writing the note . Attempting for the fourth time , he slept on a racing track , when he was run over by a race car . He wrote about his feelings as the car approached him & again when he survived the injuries . The people around him were astonished at his insane behaviour . He was warned by the local magistrate . He was the only man who knows the reason behind his strange acts . Next time , he didn't wanted to disturb the world any more .

On a rainy evening , he paid his servant the last sum he had to . He himself did the arrangements for his dinner that night & had started his supper . To the dishes , he had added some salt & pepper to his taste along with the powder of arsenic . First , he started ingesting the stuff . Then , he started describing the taste of arsenic & its immediate effects . He continued eating & describing his conditions . Finally he couldn't finish that poem . He breathed his last ... death laid his icy hands on him . One can expect those lines what the poet couldn't finish ... his journey in unconsciousness towards death . He became popular after his death when his poems came into the limelight . And the last episode ... the arsenic meal ... was his master piece .

There are poets who gave up their lives for their poems , trying to inform something to the people . The poet in the above story is one among them . May his soul rest in piece .

1 comment:

  1. oy i can find jk sir's inspiration in ur blog ra!!!!!!!!!!

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