A few days ago a college mate of mine (I hadn’t been in touch with him ever since we last met about five years back ) passed away …but it was no accident . He killed himself ….
I was shocked to hear the news , more so because I could not imagine some one as intelligent as him to do something like this to himself . Since I don’t want to reveal his real name , let me refer to him as SG .
SG was a student of English literature . We both were pursuing the B.ed degree (Bachelor of Education ) , and used to be the ones to anchor most shows and other cultural events , that were held in college .
When I first saw SG , I thought (and so did many of my other friends ) he was just an arrogant and haughty young lad , who was a little too proud of his language skills . But it took me only a few interactions with him , to reveal to me that he was none of the above .
SG was a poet and philosopher . He was a reserved person and his closed nature was often mistaken for arrogance . He would just sit and stare into oblivion , or at the vast expanse of the sky , in the midst of a conversation .
Once we even attended an Arts festival representing our college , and both of us won accolades in our respective fields . But in all our conversations , SG never really opened up about his personal life or problems , not once . He did have his share of financial problems but was never really frank about them . I knew it , because he borrowed some money from me once , which he returned without ado .
I remember there was a time he fell seriously ill , during the course , but returned with a bang ! In fact , a lot of us failed to recognize him when he returned from the hospital – in place of his lean , pale self was a much heavier and rosier version of SG . But cheerful all the same …
But that was him ..his spirited self…Anyone in his place , might have abandoned the course but he did not … He returned and finished it .
Oh , and I didn’t tell you another thing about him . SG had an inter- religious love marriage , much to the distaste of the girl’s parents . But this of course happened much before he joined the B.ed course… So , he wasn’t the kind to shy away from problems , if he was , he wouldn’t have married his lady love , against such stiff opposition….
Hence ,when I learnt that SG had hanged himself to the ceiling of his rented apartment , you can gauge my utter shock at the news . You might even wonder , why I was not in touch with him over these years…
Well , SG wasn’t really a ‘people’ person.. He was a loner , only in touch with an odd friend here and there …He was not active on any of the social media sites either .
He was pursuing M.Phil in the same college where he was teaching . I just cannot fathom , the depth of the problem that tormented him enough to let go . What worried him so much that he didn’t even take his wife into confidence ?
Anyway , I have missed the details of five years of his life after the course , which is a big enough time for new problems to have come into his life . But what irks me is the fact that none of his close friends , could guess the workings of his poetic mind …
His death does raise one important questions about our society today . Have we all become so preoccupied with our own lives , that we fail to notice the problems of our next door neighbor or even our close friend ? Has this so called ‘virtual world’ of social media sites , brought us far from each other than near…? Is our love for our friends and family getting restricted to likes and comments on his pictures , which may not even be reflecting the reality of his ‘real’ life ?
Or is today’s generation too weak to handle stress? Are we so used to a cushioned lifestyle that even a slight strain in it , leads to to take steps with dire consequences….? Is our educational system to blame somewhere…?
I don’t know…perhaps I too am a victim of this era …
As for SG … I wonder if he had just talked about his problems to someone , just let it pour out , perhaps he would still have been alive …here in this world…and not just in our memories…
Words soft and melodious
can mend a broken heart
Words crisp yet coarse
can push one to a great start
Words honeyed and saccharine
can trap a gentle soul
words maleficent and mean
can distract one from the goal
Words indignant and fiery
can terrify one into submission
words laced with bitter sarcasm
can quell one’s motivation
Words have a might
They are nobody’s toy
For they own the right
to ‘create’ or ‘destroy’ !
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