Few days
back I was insisted upon by a group of friends to visit the nearby riverfront
to enjoy the pleasing weather. I, sans an objection, agreed because it’s good
to watch the wrathful waves and the soothing evening sky with a little less
cacophony than usual.
You might be
wondering why I am I up to all this but let me tell you- stop thinking so much
as you have a lot more coming up to keep yourselves busy.
As we parked
our vehicles, what caught our attention was a huge crowd gathered near the
parapet. We smelled the obvious, one of us blurted ‘suicide’!
Now,
possessing an overtly active human conscience, we ran towards the crowd (and no
stopping us then) as if we were to dive inside and come out with our foolish
fellow beings (hopefully alive). After gathering some piece of information from
a sincere follower of the ongoing activities, we got to know that a couple
travelling in an auto, pulled over in the middle of the bridge and escaped (safely) into the water. There was a boat anxiously looking for a life worth
saving and the ambulance anticipating its inhabitant and some media officials
with a bunch of policemen.
Having known
this much, I quietly drifted away from the rather concerned sympathizers and
those that occupied themselves by mockery.
I wonder
what must be so strong a reason that led someone to end his life in this manner.
Why are we
all so scared of the inevitable failures and the unfortunate events of our
lives? Why do we suddenly become so selfish and think about nothing else except
relieving ourselves of our troubles? Why does the happiness of someone else
fail to encourage us to keep moving? How can we forget those who count on us
for a great company and love us the way we are? How can we overlook the
simplest of pleasures that life has to offer us? What makes us pass over all
our cheerful moments and the innumerable reasons to laugh for some silly issue?
Most important of all, why do we not realize that the life we are leading is also a dream of millions and appreciate
our existence?
We all have
our share of problems and life was never a bed of roses but self- slaughter is
not the real solution. Let's, for once, act our age and confront our predicaments. Plus there is no guarantee that the grass is greener on
the other side. Unfortunately, being patient is not something our reflex is
very good at. However, we can still try! We never know what’s in store for us
unless it is served. It’s time we stop grumbling and start adoring our
imperfect lives.
Feedback is welcome.
Thank You :)
