fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya
fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya
5. AUSCHWITZI stood silently near the gateTears rolled down my eyes...when I stood near those photographsfgndi •which had a cynical inscriptionArbert macht frei (work brings freedom)enwrapped in a mysterious echo...echo of bells, bells of the hell.In the depth of my heartI could hear innumerable human cries...of those lives... treatedworse than animals.It was a 'Death Block'of the innocentshaunting me with its strange hollownessI could not hold myself from crying...difficult to countof those Jews who struggled immenselyto emerge free from the Death Trap.Free from the awful jaws of darknessThe unnamed eyes. The unshed tearsmixed with the horrified fear of deathwith tight lips and unspoken words narratedthe cruelty of the inhuman rulersof that country.The pile of torn shoes, toothbrushesheaps of rusted tin plates and broken cupsrough, dirty bloodstained belongingsreminding one of multilayers of miserysuffering the torturous behaviour.Which still echoes in those dark cellswhere human hair tapestryhuman skin lamp-shades were displayed.My words fail me to describe accuratelywhat exists there in its utter helplessness.April-June 2013 :: 73
As I look at the black and white prisoner's dressThe stripes conveyed to me.white... denial of all the blessings of lifeblack... chaos, surrender, helplessnessleading to a man's deconstructionleading to a man's crushed identityin such deliberate sadisma fanatical hallucination engulfsfrom which humanity struggles to emerge.Even today the echo of deathis more prominent than life,the cremation pits and pyresare still miraculously hot and burningwith human flesh and bonesat the dawn of a fateful daymerging into a deep silenceof fearsome mystery of a disastrous illusion.death is the ultimate end of a human beingbut Auschwitz was a never-ending death.74 :: April-June 2013fgndi •
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5. AUSCHWITZI stood silently near the gateTears rolled down my eyes...when I stood near those photographsfgndi •which had a cynical inscriptionArbert macht frei (work brings freedom)enwrapped in a mysterious echo...echo of bells, bells of the hell.In the depth of my heartI could hear innumerable human cries...of those lives... treatedworse than animals.It was a 'Death Block'of the innocentshaunting me with its strange hollownessI could not hold myself from crying...difficult to countof those Jews who struggled immenselyto emerge free from the Death Trap.Free from the awful jaws of darknessThe unnamed eyes. The unshed tearsmixed with the horrified fear of deathwith tight lips and unspoken words narratedthe cruelty of the inhuman rulersof that country.The pile of torn shoes, toothbrushesheaps of rusted tin plates and broken cupsrough, dirty bloodstained belongingsreminding one of multilayers of miserysuffering the torturous behaviour.Which still echoes in those dark cellswhere human hair tapestryhuman skin lamp-shades were displayed.My words fail me to describe accuratelywhat exists there in its utter helplessness.April-June 2013 :: 73
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