Instinct to kill comes when respect for life begins......
Hardships followed by unending misfortunes, don’t know whether my life has any significance or not…… when the exigency to get the answers for such questions becomes necessity, then it becomes quite easy to decide what other find absurd and egregious.
Series of thoughts gave me the COURAGE to be where no one can dare, even in his wildest dream but certainly, standing on the terrace of a 200 meters long building is the best kick I ever had in my life, today, right now; it feels that this whole world comprises of only two things, life and death AND unfortunately neither comes for free. I don’t know why people have different interpretation when the result is same, those so called saint who quit relations for sake of THEMSELVES are treated as Demigods and those who quit because of OTHERS are called cowards??????
All my life, I had a very simple rule; to put onus on others; AND to find alibis: was what I believe I was destined for!!! I don’t remember from where this started, and it shaped me up like this but the only thought that summarizes me is “weakness of attitude is the weakness of character” and I guess I have lost everything … everything .... and that too some ages ago; and sometimes I doubt whether I was born like this or probably I made this to myself????? Ah here comes the cool breeze, though I can feel yet can’t enjoy it; don’t know but there is something which is creating some kind of confusion, is this what one calls panic or nervousness?? ……
Though people won’t find my gruesome act as a noble one, probably they won’t ever be able to justify it but I have my own set of reasons and after thinking and re-thinking for past thirty minutes, I have made up my mind. Last few days I had insomnia; I guess I have become insomniac; can’t trust my shadow anymore; there is no one who can understand ME, my anxieties, whom I can trust or call as a friend or look for a support ahhh ………. am I behaving like a paranoid???
You lose interest when nothing appeals you; that is what you have been taught but actually one loses interest when he can’t make himself INTRESTING, strange isn’t!! and life becomes trash and so becomes the emotions. Plight, agony, anxiety these are all same for me, don’t know how people differentiate these. For me all are form of same emotion which arouses when failure is met, and yet some people smoke it as they don’t feel it at all; bloody Hippocrates.
I fucked up with my boss, brook up with that bitch; messed up with my colleagues, I am not in talking terms with my family: in short my life sucks!!!! This “I”, I hate this “I” …. This “I” is nothing but a piece of shit which no one is ready to buy and to worse the scenario, no one is going to respect this filthy alphabet; “I” ……. …..Where was this I when she fucked my trust, my ego my senses and where was this I when my manager raped my conscious, my self esteem, my confidence, DIGNITY that is left in milligrams after my engineering; I guess this “I” was on the vacation with “WE” or they were having orgy with “US” …. I couldn’t reply to his priceless comments, stood there as if I was the bloody prostitute and he was my pimp, and I denied for the noble service. I don’t know if I have any future, means probably I have a future ….. no .. no I have decided and I am going to do this …….. at least it will an respectable ending to the disrespectful story, I am going to QUIT.
Clouds look terrific, it’s like never been seen before kind of and this typical bengaluru weather, nothing can beat this; this orange border of the clouds, it looks as it’s a HUGE canvas and the painter is …… … am I becoming poetic? Or it’s the pinnacle of being in a baffled state?? I think I am talking nonsense. But on a serious note I WILL miss this weather. My heartbeat is becoming faster, god I am sweating ….. gosh it’s a not going to be that easy.
Don’t know why my eyes are wet; I guess it’s quite windy. About 2 hours back I called dad, he was doing good and so was the mom; had lunch with friends just Hour ago, I had my favorite chicken Biryani but still the feeling of being incomplete is there ; do I really need do THIS ???? ahhh probably I forgot to Smoke.
My grand mom taught me that end is the salvation, whatever we do is for the end and it’s that fucking end that completes our CIRCLE. All my deeds will die with my end and so will be efforts. I don’t know why but seriously this END seems to be the most important aspect and all these years I thought it was porn which should be reckoned most.
God gave me this life, but he himself got the fucking remote control; which my grandmother called destiny and but my friend called it as VAII (visionary aspect of an Individual Indian), which is as bright as the future of my fellow Indians………. God why I was born in India
Oh its more dreadful than I anticipated, everything looks so small from here…. I think I am getting panic, oh last cigarette left, …. Ah finally I am having LAST cigarette, man no more cigarettes……. And no more vodka, of all the things vodka will be the one which I am going to miss and of course the burden of being virgin will remain with me….……ah last puff; the golden puff so with this I finished all pending tasks and now it’s time for some action.
200 metres don’t know how much time it will take, but yes now I am free and have no more worries. I am just one step away from the hassle free world; ….it’s high time I should jump now.
Suddenly It felt like I am floating, have no mass and is this freedom? and With that, my grandmother’s teaching of end and circle theory flashed again in front of my eyes and then for the first time I realized that it was supposed to be the Complete circle but the end that I have chosen is a semi circle; I will die my own death, yes it was something that i always wanted, but what I have done doesn’t mean that, I am dying because of others not because I wanted to……. Shit I cant undo this, no Cntrl Z ….. Suddenly it felt that I am loser and for the first time I realized that why everyone uses to hate me; with that disgusting feel; I glanced and suddenly i felt pain in my chest, I think I got myfirst and the last cardiac arrest, with that feeling I had only one word in my mind; Suicide.
Note: Few weeks back, a 22 year old guy jumped from the 13th floor and officially committed suicide, I witnessed this gruesome act, saw his body drenched in blood, for me he was coward and nothing on this earth can justify his act. This post is an adaptation, I wrote what I thought; it took me two weeks time to analyse his perspective and that’s why major chunk of this post favors’ his reason, probably, for someone, these reasons can make sense, or his act will be a synonym of courage but for me he will be a COWARD.
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