The Suicide Post

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                Today the thought of suicide stroke once again. I don’t remember the number of times this thought might have sneak-peeked into my mind. Nor do I remember the number of times I had gone into the kitchen in search of knife. I don’t even remember the number of times I had tried to forcefully cover my face under the pillow. Not even the number of times I had thought of drinking that mosquito repellent liquid. I’m writing this post today, because I never had been successful in killing myself.

                Life, since it’s commencement had been fun. At least parents ensured it was filled with amusement. I indeed remember thousands of such reminiscences. They are all stacked up in my head and show no signs of fading away. I don’t even want them to wash away. But, in my mid-teenage years, I don’t know why, I overshadowed these memories. There were quarrels, almost in an everyday basis. I was verbally hurting my parents. I was trying to hurt myself too, but physically.

                You know what; sometimes, you have got too much to say. But you can’t have faith in anyone for the reason that someone whom you trusted didn’t hesitate to poison that trust. You end up keeping your thoughts to yourself. You detach yourself from the crowd. You wish to stay alone. It is then that you become depressed. And under such conditions, these thoughts of suicide tamper with your mind.

                Had those incidents not happened with me, I might not have been alive today. First was the untimely death of one of my colleague. Of course, I won’t name him. But he was a great guy – never thought of harming others. Good in all aspects. On that fateful day, I had gone to his house. I saw his father cry. What amount of pain he might have undergone! Even mother’s sobbing was uncontrollable. The child had left the fingers to which, he once had clinched tightly to learn the process of walking. Forever.

                Second such incident was the suicide attempt made by another friend; who unfortunately succeeded. I had a quarrel with him and had not talked to him for months. After about six months of his death, I came to know about the matter. None of my friends (except one) considered to mention about it. After I was aware of the news, I pondered upon the mistake that I had committed. Dead bodies don’t talk to each other; they can’t. But humans can and they must. Who knows, had he been alive, his problem might have found a solution. After all, suicide is just a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

                It’s then that I reflected that I didn’t want to commit suicide; whatever the circumstances might be. It’s a thing for the cowards. And I am not designed to be one.

                The circle of life is just like the revolution of the planets around the sun. The side facing the sun is bright; while the other side is filled with darkness. So is with the ups and downs of life. The side of the planet facing the sun ultimately revolves and loses its brightness; while the other side emerges from darkness. Change is inevitable. If there are ups, here has to be downs. And these downs are just a way to test you; to make you stronger. You just need to have patience enough to endure it and courage enough to emerge out of it. Good luck. J

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Bagal Ki Seat Waali Ladki

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                Every time he speaks, the master story teller creates magic. Yet another wonderful story of his show crafted perfectly and described beautifully. Love, trust and faith!



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Feeding The Hungry Billion

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                Imagine yourself having all sorts of comfort at your fingertips – a posh building at your disposal, imported sports cars and money enough to purchase all sorts of luxury. One fine morning you wake up and find everything right there, but no food. Yes, you have got water – plenty of it. But shall it be enough to sustain your hunger? No! Or would it? Now imagine the plight if it happens for next few days. Well, one in seven humans around the world faces something similar, except for the fact that they don’t have all the facilities that you just had imagined.
                Oxford defines hunger as ‘a feeling of discomfort or weakness caused by the lack of food, coupled with the desire to eat’. But, it’s something more than the feeling – something that is forceful enough to drive people to do crazy things. These deeds are capable enough to transform humanity into brutality. One such example can be seen in the 2013 Hollywood thriller, “The Colony”. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, the Russian novelist, in his novel, “One day in the life of Evan Denisovich”, has rightly said, ”The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more tomorrow”.
                Have you ever realized that anything that you do; irrespective of the field you choose is just to satisfy the appetite? From the poor rag picker to a man of wealth, everyone needs food. Yet, it’s astonishing how one walks miles in the search of food and the other walks miles to digest the consumed food. As a matter of fact, the issue is not as small as it seems. In India alone, there are 250 million people who don’t even get proper nutritional food; forget about an active life.
                There indeed are many causes that can be held responsible for this hunger issue. One such cause is inflation. With the rise in the price of various commodities, the rates for food also increase. In fact, poverty, yet another reason, and inflation are interrelated. The rate of increase in the price is higher than the income of the individual; thereby, promoting poverty. These people don’t even have basic amenities needed for survival. Worst, sometimes even a meal is a distant dream.
                At times, natural disasters play the role of a villain in enhancing the problem. The impact can be seen in the most recent quakes that jolted down Nepal and parts of India. Thousands were left stranded, sans food, sans water, sans everything.
                Wars and conflicts have also ensured a position in the foundation of the issue. People not only lose their habitat, but also are left with no food for survival.
                Do you expect the solution to be as simple as writing an article on this subject? No! It’s not a one man’s task. We need to join hands together; to work together. People must be made aware. India has a population of 1.271 billion, out of which seventy percent are above poverty line. If these people work hand in hand to feed at least one starving person a day, the problem can be eradicated from the country. Government initiatives like ‘Aahar’ also prove to be fruitful in curbing the hunger issue.
                “There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” said Mahatma Gandhi. We can’t be the bread, but at least we can provide it. We need to work as a team to feed the hungry billion. It’s certainly not an easy task, but also not a mammoth task. It might be difficult, but not impossible. I’m ready. Are you?

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The Untitled Story

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                “It’s been three years!”, Reena exclaimed looking at the photograph that had been hung on the wall of their dining room. It was their anniversary. She had set the table. Rahul could arrive at any moment. For the past three years, she had been receiving surprises on this day. Sometimes, memories can cause wonders. She was smiling at these reminiscences.

              It was the phone call from her husband that brought her back to her sense.
               
              “Am I talking to Reena?”

              “Stop joking! When would you arrive?”

           “Look, I’m not joking. Your husband has been coughing blood. He’s admitted at the Central hospital. Do come as soon as possible. I am Ajay by the way, his colleague at work.”
             
        “What? When? How?..”, she could not even complete the sentence that tears started rolling down her eyes.

             She hurried her way to the hospital and rushed directly to the room in which Rahul was admitted. She was hysteric on seeing her spouse. She was smiling and crying at the same time. She sat beside his bed and began talking. He could not speak. His throat ached. She was running her fingers through his hair.

                It was then that Ajay called her outside in the pretext of some left-out documentation. He updated her that her husband had been diagnosed with cancer and could die at any moment and that they hadn’t informed him yet. She became restless again. She wanted to meet the attending doctor. But he had left for home. Ajay assured her that he would stay that night at the hospital and forced her back home. Before leaving, she looked at her husband one more time. Those eyes had something – as if she was trying to capture every bit of her husband before leaving.

                In a few days, Rahul passed away. Ram, their son, was out in a summer camp. He was unaware of all the happenings back home. Even if he knew, do you expect a two-year old to understand the gravity of a situation as such?

                He arrived the next evening. And the first thing that he asked after re-uniting with his mother was “Where’s Papa?” Reena controlled her tears and informed that he was out on a tour.
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                 “What happened Mama? Why are you crying?” asked Ram. All this while, he had been playing with the toy car that his father had bought for him.

                His mother didn’t speak a word. She simply looked at her son, but her weeping did not stop. Now, it was a bit unusual for the kid to look at her mother as such – draped in a white saree; without bangles or even the regular Sindoor! He could not understand that his father was on a one-way tour. There was no way back home.

                His father was engrossed with tobacco, so much that, in spite of knowing it’s ill effects, he couldn’t stop consuming it. Result? Loss of a life. Breakdown of the backbone of the family! Ram was just a kid. He yet had to see the world.


                Tobacco kills – not just the one who consumes it, but the entire family!

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Train Insane

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            Is there anyone who doesn’t love holidays? Hardly anyone. Right? But when the holidays extend beyond a specific time, they also seem boring. So is with life. Had there been no ‘downs’, the ‘ups’ would be charmless. In other words, life would be quite monotonous. Coming back to the topic, I had a similar long-boring holiday; with nothing to do. Yes! No tasks, no projects, nothing.

And I belong to those rare category of boys who can’t simply sit idle. Oh common! I’m can’t be a couch-potato. I can’t watch TV whole day long. Nor can I stare at the Whatsapp screen like a ravenous man ogling at someone else’s plate! So, I thought it would be better if I joined swimming. Heck! A lot of living bodies drown in water bodies; just to become dead bodies! Well, before joining, it was required to get a clearance about your health from a medical practitioner. And, for the reason, I had gone to the doctor and he was like, “Yeah, learn it. It’s good. Last year I had performed autopsy on eight bodies. But this year, only two! I wonder why more are not dying. Now I know the reason.”

So, finally, here I was – in the pool. And in the other group were my friends. By the fourth day, I was in their group. Other learners said that they had already began swimming and that too like pro. I was left behind. I also wanted to swim like them. But, whenever I would try, I would end up choking my nose and drinking litres of the dirty-pool-water! It was always difficult to hold the breath inside water; even harder was to move the head up and breathe in. Breathing out inside water was something that I had learnt during the initial days. Days passed. I had also suffered from fever during this period. Only a week was left. I still was not able to complete sixty percent of the length of the pool. Friends started teasing and that was the turning point. I wanted to do it anyhow. Mind became insane on the body. There I was practicing and I was doing a hell lot of it. From controlling the breath to moving the head out, I did all. Within two days, I was able to complete the entire length. I was a maniac. The last time I had swam fifteen rounds at a stretch!

Next, I had the test in the larger pool. And, it’s length was almost twice that of the smaller pool. “You can swim as long as you can breathe”, was the constant reminder that I had given myself. My turn came and I cleared the length in one go. My so called pro-swimmer friend was struck; say at eighty percent. It was an achievement.

Yes, it’s true. You sometimes need to be harsh on yourself. You need to train insane – push off the limits. Achievement is waiting at the other end. You have to hi-five it! :)

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