Biography: Sachidanand Singh

Right from my childhood, I was made to struggle. I have been going through life, travelling light, witnessing everything as though it were happening in a dream. Nothing seems real anymore. All my interests have fizzled out. All the knowledge that I gathered so systematically and painful seems an enormous waste of time. I always got what I wanted, not without a struggle, at a time when I did not need it anymore. The only time I really feel alive is when someone is about to die. Even death has ceased to matter. Now I live to make people happy, although the happiness doesn't matter. It gives me the feeling that I am doing something. I have lost the need for action. I dont know what you call a person of this description...