Barbareek : The Wise Warrior

                                                                         
Most of the great scholars of Gita may not have heard of the great
Barbareek, the son of Ghatotkachch, grandson of Bheema. This
brilliant child Barbareek, the grandson of the Bheema, the second
eldest among the Pandavas, was born to Hidamba, the wife of
Ghatotkachch. He had a lot of hair on his head, like a lion, so he
was called Barbareek.

By the grace of Lord krishna,the stage for an important event
(Mahabharata) is often set much in advance. So it was with
Barbareek's sacrifice.



Barbareek wanted to gain all the best knowledge in military science
as well as spiritual science. He was sent to serve a learned
Brahmana who had acquired lots of knowledge, and was harassed by
demons. Barbareek spent his time protecting the brahmana from the
demons, and eventually he completed his learning and returned with
blessings and supreme knowledge, back to his mother.
Then he heard of the battle of Mahabharata which was about to begin,
and consoling his mother, convincing her of his capability, he went
away towards the battlefield. Lord Krishna knew that if Barbareek
saw the battlefield, he would take the side of the losing forces.
Knowing this, he disguised as a brahmana and approached Barbareek on
his way.Barbareek had already met Bheema, his grandfather, when he
set off on the journey, and was also blessed by Lord Siva as he went
ahead. When he met Lord Krishna in the guise of a Brahmana, Lord
Krishna asked him to prove to him his capabilities first. He had
three great arrows, mystical in nature, with which he could destroy
everyone in the battlefield. Lord Krishna said to Barbareek to show
his powers, by piercing all the leaves of a tree, and he hid one
leaf under His Lotus feet. When Barbareek shot the arrow, it pierced
all the leaves of the tree except the one under Lord Krishna's feet,
and the arrow came to rest at the feet of Lord Krishna. The Lord
Krishna explained to Barbareek, that if he by chance took the side
of the Kauravas, the efforts of the Pandavas would go in vain.


Barbareek understood, and offered his own head as sacrifice to Lord
Krishna, in order to make sure that Pandavas won the war, and thus
his sacrifice has been known as the first beginning of the
Mahabharata, which ensured that pandavas would win. Without such a
sacrifice, it would have been very difficult for the Pandavas to win
the mercy of the Lord. Thus the Lord accepted the head of Barbareek,
and placed it on a mountain top, to view the battle. For 18 days,
this head of Barbareek saw the war, and after the war was over, Lord
Krishna then brought all the victorious Pandavas and their friends
to see Barbarek's head, which was kept alive by the mystical pwers
of the Lord. Thus Barbareek spoke in detail about the battle, and
declared that had it not been for Sudarshana Chakra of the Lord, the
Pandavas would have lost. All the killing was actually done by the
Sudarshana Chakra! The pandavas thus lost their arrogance and they
together took Barbareek's head to his mother, who heard the story of
the battle of Mahabharata from the mouth of Barbareek himself! Only
after that, Barbareek's head was entombed sacredly, according to
vedic rituals.



The blessing given to Barbareek by Lord Krishna was that he would be
called with the name of Krishna itself (Shyam) and the place where
he was entombed is called Khatu Shyam, where the temple of Barbareek
still stands and is worshipped by all as the one of the closest
associates of Lord Krishna, although unknown to many. Those who
remember this sacrifice of Barbareek, they will always be at peace,
for having known the reason due to which Pandavas won the war
against the Kauravas. Had the Lord not been merciful because of
Barbareek's Sacrifice, the Pandavas may not have won. Thus the stage
for the victory of the Pandavas was set by the Lord through the
sacrifice of Barbareek.

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Barbareek Was The Most Powerful Warrior in Mahabharata . If He Want He Could Finish That War in Just One Day !!! But He Sacrificed His Desire of Fight For the Sake of Justice !!! After  Viewing the War He Changed His Mind,  He Did Not Want To Waste His Power For Earthly Desire, He Had Chosen the Life of A Saint of Maa Shakti to Serve The Humanity !!! That's Why Still Now He is Worshiped Respectfully as Same As Lord Krishna ! HE WAS THE WISE WARRIOR <3 <3 <3 :D

                                                                           

Ishqnama

                                                                                        
Kuch Log Kahete Hain

Na Karo Mohabbat
Yeh Ishq Bara Hi Ghumgin Hain
Bhujalo Apni Pyass Hawas Ki Kuwah Mein
Dub Jao Jism Ke Tale
Yeh Nasha Bahut Hi Rangin Hain


Sau Tukron Mein Bikhar Gayi Main
Hazaron Rangon Mein Nikhar Gayi Main
Jab Kahena Chaha Kuch Dil Ki Baatein
Tab Khud Ko Bahut Hi Tanha Payi Main


Tab Sirf Main Hoon Aur Meri Tanhai
Ek Dard Bhari Shaam Mere Sang Aayi
Hothon Se Gum Thi Kuch Pal Labz Meri
Bewajah Phir Meri Aankh Bhar Aayi


Meri Ruh Kaheti Hain Agar Dhundo Mohabbat
Toh Na Karo Kavi Kisise Siqayet
Dard Ki Zakham Se Dil Hoti Hain Jawan
Yeh Ansoo Ke Moti Hote Hain Daulat-e-Ulfat 


Duniya Mein Har Ek Cheez Ki Hoti Hain Kimat
Yeh Ishq Toh Anmol Hoti Hain Tab 
Jab Dard Bhi Hume Lagte Hain Hasin 
Khoon Ke Ansu Ke Zaika Jab Lagti Hain Zaban Pe
Yeh Ishq Banta Hain Tab Bahut Hi Namkeen


Girna Hain Uthna Hain Bahekna Hain Sambhalna Hain
Woh Har Ek Lamhon Se Guzarna Hain Tumhe
Dharkan Se Bahene Do Badan Mein Lahu Ke Lahar
Iss Junoon Ko Khamoshi Se Palna Hain Tumhe


Hassegi Tumhari Badhal Halat Ko Dekhkar
Duniya Dekhegi Tumhari Taraf Tirchi Nigahein Dalke
Tum Zinda Dil Hoke Banao Gul-e-Ulfat Ko Surkh
Na Karo Parwah Agar Muh Se Khoon Bhi Chalke


Chahe Sari Umar Karna Pareh Intezar
Aah Bharke Zindegi Jaaye Guzar
Tum Dil Mein Bharlo Khudah Ke Raham Ki Josh
Ek Din Tum Zaroor Suno Ge Sacchi Mohabbat Ki Pukar


Tumhari Tarap Se Abad Hoti Hain Mohabbat
Suna Suna Sa Yeh Khalipan Karati Hain Khud Se Ru-Ba-Ru
Tumhari Betabi Ki Khusbu Banati Hain Hasin Ishq-e- Kainaat
Tumhari Ummid Ki Yeh Bemisal Nazara Layegi Har Dil Mein Jineh Ki Zustuzu  



This Poem is Dedicated to My Love , My Fire , My Baby !!! :D
            LOVE YOU FOREVER ! Mmmmuuaaahhhh :O :)
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO LOVE FROM BOTH OF US <3 <3 <3
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Akshaya Tritiya / The Golden Day

                                                                             

                                                                             
Hindus believe in the theory of "mahurats" or auspicious timings in every step in life - be it to begin a new venture or making an important purchase. Akshaya Tritiya is one such momentous occasion, which is considered one of the most auspicious days of the Hindu Calendar. It is believed, any meaningful activity started on this day would be fruitful.



Akshaya Tritiya falls on the third day of the bright half of Vaishakh month (April-May), when the Sun and Moon are in exaltation; they are simultaneously at their peak of brightness, which happens only once every year.


Holy Day
Akshaya Tritiya, also known as "Akha Teej", is traditionally the birthday of Lord Parasurama, the sixth incarnation of Lord Vishnu. People conduct special Pujas on this day, bathe in holy rivers, make a charity, offer barley in a sacred fire, and worship Lord Ganesha & Devi Lakshmi on this day.


Golden Link
The word "Akshaya" means imperishable or eternal - that which never diminishes. Initiations made or valuables bought on this day are considered to bring success or good fortune. Buying gold is a popular activity on Akshaya Tritiya, as it is the ultimate symbol of wealth and prosperity. Gold and gold jewelry bought and worn on this day signify never diminishing good fortune. Indians celebrate weddings, begin new business ventures, and even plan long journeys on this day.


Myths Around Akshaya Tritiya
The day also marks the beginning of the "SatyaYug" or the Golden Age - the first of the four Yugas. In the Puranas, the holy Hindu scriptures, there is a story that says that on this day of Akshay Tritiya, Veda Vyasa along with Ganesha started writing the great epic Mahabharata. Ganga Devi or Mother Ganges also descended on earth on this day.




According to another legend, during the time of the Mahabhrata, when the Pandavas were in exile, Lord Krishna, on this day, presented them an 'Akshaya Patra,' a bowl which would never go empty and produce an unlimited supply of food on demand.


The Krishna-Sudama Legend


Perhaps, the most famous of the Akshaya Tritiya stories is the legend of Lord Krishna and Sudama, his poor Brahmin childhood friend. On this day, as the tale goes, Sudama came over to Krishna's palace to request him for some financial help. As a gift for his friend, Sudama had nothing more than a handful of beaten rice or 'poha'. So, he was utterly ashamed to give it to Krishna, but Krishna took the pouch of 'poha' from him and relished having it. Krishna followed the principle of 'Atithi Devo Bhava' or 'the guest is like God' and treated Sudama like a king. His poor friend was so overwhelmed by the warmth and hospitality shown by Krishna, that he could not ask for the financial favor and came home empty handed. Lo and behold! When he reached his place, Sudama's old hut was transformed into a palace! He found his family dressed in royal attire and everything around was new and expensive. Sudama knew that it was a boon from Krishna, who blessed him with more than the wealth he actually intended to ask for. Therefore, Akshaya Tritiya is associated with material gains and wealth acquisition.


Bright Births
It is also believed that people born during this time shine bright in life. Many luminaries were born during this period: Basaveshwara born on May 4, Ramanujacharya and Adi Shankaracharya on May 6, Swami Chinmayananda on May 8 and Lord Buddha on May 16. Akshaya Tritiya is also celebrated as the birthday of Lord Parashurama, one of the ten avatars of Lord Vishnu.


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                                   THIS DAY SUN & MOON SHINES AT THEIR PEAK 
                                              SO THIS DAY WE CELEBRATE BOTH
                                                           ME & MY SUN !!!! :D
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Visible Angel !!! :)

                                                                               
Heidi

The orphan child Heidi first lives with her aunt Dete, but Dete would like to concentrate on her career. So she brings Heidi to her grandfather, a queer old man living in an alpine cottage far from the next village (he is therefore called Alm-Uncle, Alpöhi or Almöhi in German). Alm-Uncle is good-hearted but mistrusts anybody and wants to keep the child from all evils of the world. So he refuses to send Heidi to school; instead she goes to the pastures, together with Peter, a shepherd boy looking after the goats (Geissenpeter = goat-Peter in German). This (all too harmonious) apine idyll finds a sudden end when aunt Dete comes in again and brings Heidi to Frankfurt (Germany) where she shall stay with Clara, the paralyzed daughter of a rich family, and learn something.

Thanks to the grandmother of Clara, Heidi learns to read but she can't get acquainted to the strict discipline in a bourgeois upper class house (personified by governess Fraulein Rottenmeier). She is very lonesome and gets depressed by the gray anonymous city. Heidi becomes ill of homesickness, she starts to walk in her sleep. Miss Rottenmeier is alarmed, not because of the fate of the poor child, but rather because she thinks that there are ghosts in the old house. Finally Clara's father Herr Stresemann and the sympathetic doctor of the family decide to stay up till midnight and find out about the ghosts. When the doctor sees Heidi walking around in her sleep, he finds the right diagnosis and sends her back to the alps.

Next summer, Clara visits Heidi there. They go to the pastures and Heidi shows Clara all the beauty of her world. Peter gets terribly jealous, and in a moment when he feels unobserved, he pushes the empty wheelchair down to the valley so it gets smashed. Clara wants to see the flowers and is forced to walk - and her desire is strong enough that she overcomes her handicap. Healings at body, spirit and soul in that healthy Alpine world - end well, all well.

                                               TO MY BABY, MY FIRE & EVERYBODY  
                                                 
                                                    HEIDI IS MY ANGEL OF CHILDHOOD
                                                ONCE MORE FOR YOU ALL !!!! <3 <3 <3 :D                                     
                                                                       ENJOY !!!!
                                         

                                                                                 
                                                                       
                                     

I & Myself

I am the Tree of Pesticide 

My Leaves Looks Always Green 

I am Pushing To Bloom Flower

I have To Produce Enormous Food

But Earthly Poison Ruins My Pale Root Brutally

I Need Cool Water And Warm Sunshine

To Make Myself Feel Refresh and Reboot

I am the Bird of Sweet Voice

I used to Sing for My King 

My Wings Lost His Habit of Flying

Because My Leg Cuffed By the Golden Chain

I can Copy Many Human Voice

I Can Whistle Following My Lords Order

But I keep Silent My Inner Voice in the Lonely Hours

When I Think About My Weeping Feathered Queen

I am the Lion of Famous Circus

I used to Pet to show People My Helpless Roar

Mass Claps to See My Royal Fashion

But Nobody Notice My Suppressed Pain

When I Lick My Wounded Claws With Tears

Behind the Empty Darkness of Iron Door

God Made Me Graceful and Generous 

But I have to Live in Prison that's My Fate

I Can't Escape From the Whipping Master

O My Lioness I Love you But I Can't Be Your Mate

I am the Moon of Sky with Beauty of Divine

But People Throw Me Kisses and Winks

For My Cooling Comfort and Night's Silvery Shine

My Heart Cries and Asking for Love of Sun

But I have to Smile and have to Say 'I am Fine'

People of Desire Makes Me Elite and Valuable 

People of Hunger Thinks I am a Toasted Whitish Bun

Nobody Knows My Movement of Mind

Only God Knows I like to Revolve Around My Innocent Sun

                                               To My Sun, To My Fire, To My Baby :D
                                                          Mmmmuuuaaaahhh :O 
                                                                 Love You
                                                                   M-e-Z .

                                                                         

God of Rhythm ~~~~~~ :)

                                                                                  
Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart was born on January 27, 1756 in Salzburg, at that time an autonomous city-state with a Prince Archbishop who provided both temporal and spiritual leadership. Mozart's father, Leopold, was a musician and composer in the Prince-Archbishop's court. Leopold provided Mozart's only formal teaching in music, and quickly recognized his son's prodigious gifts for learning and for music when the boy taught himself how to play the violin before turning seven years old.

Leopold seized upon the remarkable musical abilities of the boy and his elder sister, Maria Anna, and supplemented his meager courtly income by touring with his children and displaying their talents before the nobility of Europe. In all, Mozart, spent about a quarter of all his days on the road, traveling throughout Europe, from London and Paris to Germany, Austria, and Italy. His ability to play complex compositions from memory, to play blindfolded, and ultimately to compose made him the stuff of legend, the archetypal child prodigy. In his travels, Mozart also encountered a wide variety of composers and compositional styles. The compositional output of his youth and adolescence reflects this dizzying array of influences, with locally popular compositional styles mimicked, then incorporated into his own evolving style.

Leopold insisted that his son make a living in a stable, corporate-like position in a nobleman's court; the unstable life of the freelance musician was much less solidly established at this time. However, no noblemen were willing to engage a teenage boy as a court musician, prodigy or no prodigy. As a result, Mozart spent his late adolescence and early twenties in the employ of the Prince-Archbishop of Salzburg. Throughout this period he sought posts elsewhere, and the world traveler chafed at the musical limitations of provincial Salzburg. He also resented his father's attempts to thwart any romantic relationships and keep him earning money to support the entire family.

Things came to a head in 1781, when the 25-year-old Mozart had a public clash with the Prince-Archbishop, and resigned his post against his father's wishes. Mozart broke with the Archbishop and moved to Vienna, the imperial capital and a major cultural center, working as a freelance composer and musician, though continually seeking a formal appointment at an aristocratic court. Mozart broke with his father the next year when he married Constanze Weber, a singer from a family of impoverished musicians, against Leopold's wishes.

Mozart quickly ingratiated himself with the music connosieurs among the nobility. He spent the next nine years of his life working as a teacher, pianist, concert promoter, and composer of some of the most sublime music in the history of Western art music. He was beginning to establish himself with the aristocracy and public alike when he suddenly died, on December 5, 1791, at the age of 35, from an unknown febrile illness.

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Chillax ;)

                                                                                                      


SHARBAT : INDIAN COLD BEVERAGE 



Bonda Sharbat                                                               

Bonda ( Tender coconut ) water - 2 cups
Coconut meat - as needed
Lime juice - 1 tsp
Basil seeds - 1 tsp
Mint leaves - a few
Sugar - as needed


Method
1. Soak basil seeds in water.
2. Cut mint leaves.
3. Mix coconut water, coconut meat, lime juice, basil seeds, mint leaves, sugar in a vessel.
4. Serve chilled.

P.S. Bonda means tender coconut in Tulu language.


Gulab Sharbat



Ingredients:
11/2 cup freshly picked Rose Petals (Gulab Ke Patti) 
3/4 cup boiling Water
1/4th tsp Cardamom Seeds
3/4th cup Sugar (Cheeni)
1/4th cup strained fresh Lemon Juice (Nimbu Ka Raas)
2/3rd cup Pomegranate Juice
5 cup cold Water



How to Make Gulab Sharbat



Crush the rose petals with mortar and pestle and place them in a large bowl. 
Add the boiling water, then pour the mixture to a metal container and add cardamom seeds. set aside for 8 hours or overnight.
Pour the rose-cardamom water through a muslin lined strainer set over a bowl.
Add the sugar, and float the bowl over a hot water filled sink until the sugar dissolves.
Remove from the hot water and filter it again.
Cool it to room temperature.
Combine all the ingredients in a pitcher and stir well.
Serve in a glass half filled with crushed ice.


Tarbooj Sharbat


Ingredients:



1 Pint Strawberries 
3 cup fresh Watermelon Juice (Tarbooj Ka Raas)
1/2 tsp pureed Ginger (Adrak)
3 tbsp Sugar (Cheeni)


How to make tarbooj sharbat:



Wash and stem the berries in cold water. 
Force through a food mill to separate seeds from the puree.
Alternately place a nylon sieve over a bowl and, using a pestle or outstretched fingers, push to extract the fruit puree, discard the seeds.
Combine all the ingredients in a jug, stir well and refrigerate for few hours.
Stir and serve in glasses with crushed ice.


Kharbuja Sharbat



Ingredients:
1/4 cup - thick sugar syrup
1/4 cup - thick creamy milk
1/4 cup - vanilla ice cream


1 cup - Ripe musk melon cubes 1 inch size. Peel the skin.
4 ice cubes
Almonds and raisins for garnishing (Tutti frutti can also be included).

Method:
Blend them all in a blender. Top it with ice cream, almonds and raisins. Also add the unblended kharbuja paste for garnishing. 
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Aam Pora Sharbat ( Roasted Raw Mango Sharbat ) BENGAL SPECIAL 
Raw mangoes
Sugar
Salt
Roasted and crushed Jeera / Cumin Seeds
Drinking water

How to :

Wrap the mangoes in aluminium foil and roast them in an oven.

Alternatively you can pressure cook or pan boil them in a little water.

Or run them in the Microwave in 60% for 10 mins.


Remove and cool. Then skin and mash them into a fine pulp. You can also run a blender.

Remove into a big sized bowl and add sugar, salt to taste. Add enough water and chill.

Just before serving sprinkle some roasted jeera powder in a glassful.

Serve chilled.


LASSI


Mango Lassi Recipe


Ingredients
1 cup plain yogurt
1/2 cup milk
1 cup chopped mango (peeled and stone removed)
4 teaspoons sugar, to taste
A dash of ground cardamom (optional)
Method

Put mango, yogurt, milk, sugar and cardamom into a blender and blend for 2 minutes, then pour into individual glasses, and serve. Can sprinkle with a little cardamom.

The lassi can be kept refrigerated for up to 24 hours.




Mint Lassi (Serves 3-4)



5 tbsp finely chopped mint leaves
2 cups plain yogurt
1½ tsp rock salt (kala namak)
½tsp roasted, ground cumin seeds
½ tsp salt, or taste
1 cup of chilled water
4-6 ice cubes

Method


Put yogurt, mint, cumin seeds, rock salt in a blender. Blend for a few seconds.
Add chilled water and ice cubes. Blend till frothy. Serve sprinkled with a pinch of ground roasted cumin seeds(powder) and garnish with finely chopped mint


Strawberry Lassi (Serves 5)
1 lb fresh strawberry, trimmed and halved (3 1/2 cups)
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom, rounded
1 pinch salt
2 cups plain yogurt (whole milk or low-fat)
1 cup ice cubes

 Puree strawberries with sugar, cardamom, and a pinch of salt in a blend until smooth.
  Add yogurt and ice, then puree until smooth again.


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                                                         ENJOY DRINKS & RAIN !!!!

                                                     TO MY BABY & EVERYBODY :D, :O, ;)

                                                       Mmuuaaahhhh , LOVE YOU !

                                                                              

Imperishable

Time Defines the Meaning of Success

But How Can I define  Feeling Tiring of Failure 

I Can Achieve My Target By Showing Smartness

How Can I express Joy of Purity to Being an Immature  

Thief always Theft My Gathering Assets

But My Bank Account Looting Everyday My Satisfaction

I Can Buy Any Thing Objective in This World of Material

But My Mirror Shows Me A Face of Fake So Puzzling Sign of Illusion

I Can Hide My Bluish Eyes of Melancholy 
In the shade of Highest Range of Ray-Ban
I Can Perfumed Myself in the Smell of Clive Christian
But My Conserve Mind Remains Unholy 

A Strip Girl Dances Undress in Shadow of Darkness

In The front of Our Naked  Civilized  Society

A Gowned Princess Selling Her Smile on Page of Media

But How Surprising They Both Speaks About Untouched Happiness

Dazzling Beauty Paint Her Cheeks by Red in Party

Her Fading Blush Can't Keep Guests Mood Cherishable 

Playboy Playing Hard in Casino of Gambling Life  

How Irony Fate Plays Always Different Game of Cards

It Always Maintain the Rule of Imperishable

One & Unchanged Fate !
M-e-Z. :D 

   

Human --- The Idiot

                                                                                 
"Life is in ourselves and not in the external," writes Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his brother dated December 22, 1849. "To be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter--this is what life is, herein lies its task." (The Brothers Karamazov, translated by Pevear and Volokhonsky, xii)



This passage was written immediately after Dostoevsky underwent the traumatic experience that Tsar Nicholas I ordered for several prisoners condemned to death for involvement in revolutionary activities--a mock execution in Semyonovsky Square, a staged performance so terrifyingly real that it induced insanity within one of the author's fellow prisoners. (The Brothers Karamazov, translated by Garnett, x) The quote is evidence of Dostoevsky's strength of character; his would be a difficult life--living in bleak poverty, he would helplessly watch as many of the people closest to him died from the ailments of the poor. It also exposes the significant flaw common to some of his characters and tragic heroes--through despair, and weakness before the weight of misfortune, they falter, and commit barbaric acts that render them unfit to operate within the context of humanity. This is the case with both Baklushkin and Shishkov from The House of the Dead, as well as with Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment.


The difficult facts of Dostoevsky's life, however, are likely the genesis of most, if not all of his work. Born on November 11th, 1821 in Moscow, he lived much of his childhood distanced from his frail mother and officious father. (Hingley, 20) In these formative years, he formed a close bond with his elder brother Mikhail. They would spend many hours reading Pushkin by meager candlelight in their family's comfortable suburban home. When they were teenagers, however, both Fyodor and Mikhail were enrolled in separate boarding schools, Fyodor matriculating at an engineering school in St. Petersburg. It is possible that being confronted with the rigorous schedule of the engineering school (that served as a recruiting pool for the Russian bureaucracy) helped assure Dostoevsky that his destiny was the written word; even as he was studying the trade of government, he was honing his skills as a writer, inking drafts of what would become his first novel-Poor Folk. In 1846, it was published to warm critical response. Something of a literary figure at the age of twenty-five, Dostoevsky began attending the discussion group that would result in his imprisonment, and the eventual mock execution which would prompt him to write the aforementioned letter to his brother.


His sentence was commuted to four years in prison and four years of army service. His prison experiences, as well as his life after prison among the urban poor of Russia, would provide a vivid backdrop for much of his later work. Released from his imprisonment and service by 1858, he began a fourteen-year period of furious writing, in which he published many significant texts. Among these are: The House of the Dead (1862), Notes From The Underground (1864), Crime and Punishment (1866), The Idiot (1868), and Devils (1871).

During this period, Dostoevsky's life was in upheaval, as he lost both his first wife and his brother. On February 15, 1867, he married his stenographer Anna Grigorevna Snitkina who would manage his affairs until his death in 1881. Two months before he died, Dostoevsky completed the epilogue to The Brothers Karamazov (1880), which was published in serial form in the Russian Messenger. His funeral attracted thousands of citizens, as Russia mourned the death of a significant literary hero.

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