Communal clashes, bus accidents, rape, political drama , and what not. The newspaper today is spoilt for such news.Then India wins a match and the mood is back on track. I am willing to forget people killing each other over measly issues.But, something which seizes to go away from my memory is people killing themselves. The thought evokes mixed feelings in me.The most prominent ones being anger, empathy and helplessness.
Anger for the ones who commit suicide, empathy for their loved ones and helplessness for myself.If only I could have stopped them for making such a foolish investment by spending all their love, care and concern
Most of the people end their lives just like that.Little do they realize that, in that bargain they murder many others. The important ones being their parents, siblings, friends and teachers. The guilt in the minds of those left behind is enough to ruin their lives. The guilt of not stopping them .The guilt of not being able to sense something amiss.The feeling of guilt without actually being guilty is the one shot murder weapon which the people who commit suicide use for their loved ones.
I seriously wonder if this was such a best option, then the whole world would have been human-less. Then, again who are they to take away something which is not even partly theirs except the fifty or sixty kgs which they carry and prance about. Their looks, education, upbringing and finally their suicide weapon is also from someone else's hardwork ,dreams and love. The reasons are the most frivolous to say the least. A failed test,a 3 month old affair or a minor conflict at home.
Well, all of us who are reading it might have faced these issues has well. But we never dream t of running for the nearest well, or sleeping pills or a knife. We let it pass. Well, we all live with a small component called "HOPE- ASHA". The thing which drives us to face each day with its share of obstacles. The Hope with which our parents bring us up. The hope with which our teachers train us to become future leaders. The "Hope Fairy " which showed me light to pass sixth standard still helps me each day. It definitely takes different forms of 'my mom, my dad, gardener, doggy etc but then it shines through nevertheless
I know this is not going to drive sense into heads which cannot sense the agony of their loved ones. But, this is my attempt for keeping the "hope fairy" alive. I am relieved of my guilt of not making an attempt to do something.
Hoping for a day which can bring happiness to each kind heart and smile to worthy lips. this is a little hope which I have. "choti si asha.."
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