Another suicide. Again the jokers are out covering it in sensation and fascination.
Our lust for damage never ceases to amaze me. Truly.
Like imagine this- the amount of people on the road holding candles for a rape, murder or figuring out why someone committed suicide is far far more than the one person that could have helped control this damage.
We all love our mysteries. We love discussing the various versions of a story. True and untrue. And then follow the story as it floweths. Like a very interesting serial. And still we hate listening to this. The bitter truth.
In the context of this suicide that I opened this post with, I saw an indignant lady weeping saying "suicide is a terrible thing. Dont commit it. You should not be so weak. You need to be strong and face challenges with might and overcome it."
Thanks aunty. Many thanks. While I am sure you meant well, did you also pause to think you were one of those people who stood there and made this person weaker? Do you realize you, who are the part of this bigger society created a life full of boundaries that made the person in discussion extremely difficult to find a safe place for him to talk to?
And do you realize people will die more and more as long as people like you dont let people be? Or figure out what's bothering them truly than rattle out the rules to live life in a society? Remember those rules that include, rape has foiled a persons' virtue. Like those rules which state that you dont make enough money and hence we dont want to marry you. You wear short skirts. You are fast. Loose. You are single and we dont rent our flats to single people in this society.
Not just you aunty, but hundred other people. Including the kids. We just love taking pride in our gene pool. I wonder why? We anyway make them like us.
Our lust for damage never ceases to amaze me. Truly.
Like imagine this- the amount of people on the road holding candles for a rape, murder or figuring out why someone committed suicide is far far more than the one person that could have helped control this damage.
We all love our mysteries. We love discussing the various versions of a story. True and untrue. And then follow the story as it floweths. Like a very interesting serial. And still we hate listening to this. The bitter truth.
In the context of this suicide that I opened this post with, I saw an indignant lady weeping saying "suicide is a terrible thing. Dont commit it. You should not be so weak. You need to be strong and face challenges with might and overcome it."
Thanks aunty. Many thanks. While I am sure you meant well, did you also pause to think you were one of those people who stood there and made this person weaker? Do you realize you, who are the part of this bigger society created a life full of boundaries that made the person in discussion extremely difficult to find a safe place for him to talk to?
And do you realize people will die more and more as long as people like you dont let people be? Or figure out what's bothering them truly than rattle out the rules to live life in a society? Remember those rules that include, rape has foiled a persons' virtue. Like those rules which state that you dont make enough money and hence we dont want to marry you. You wear short skirts. You are fast. Loose. You are single and we dont rent our flats to single people in this society.
Not just you aunty, but hundred other people. Including the kids. We just love taking pride in our gene pool. I wonder why? We anyway make them like us.
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