Dead Poet’s Honor

Another great left for the heavenly abode and those left ,wallow in despair. Robin Williams died a few days back…yes died..suicide has a very demeaning tone to it because the word though meant to define death has been played down by society as a taboo for the strong and a notion of the weak and unfortunate. If the society’s hegemony is something to be dwelled in, apparently we have no say in our very own existence.  It is ironical though that the ones who preach in the ideals of living with honor and dignity put forth a very iron-clad stand to issues like euthanasia and suicide. Suddenly, the idea of us exercising our right to live has only one-directional inference and choosing death isn’t an option.

Life and death are two extremes to life, one being the process, the other being the consequence. Happy are those who love the journey and never dread the consequence. But sometimes the hardships of life force individuals to embrace the consequence when the journey becomes an endless and tireless path bereft of anything but death at the end of the path. You see if from a distance and dread it, fear it and somehow, want to reach it faster. There goes a saying about fear, which says that fear is to be feared as long as it is away, but when you reach it, there is no fear but only you staring it down and smiling on it’s face as you lurk near.

Suicide isn’t a preference that people choose when it comes to life. It isn’t a contemplation of a cynical mind who ceases in his endless endeavors of finding more misery, or of the low-esteemed misanthropes who are unable to digest the fact that life can actually be fair and we should stop blaming others around for our mistakes. Suicide isn’t an option, it isn’t a solutions, it is just a dreamless way into eternal oblivion.


Life on post its or mind full of ideas


The hymns of the city rhythm catches most of us. Right from getting up late to hurrying up to catch the metro early, leaving behind a messy wardrobe that will bear a reflection of your haste when you come back, we all just can’t get enough of it. This life is like a moribund monotonous charade of significance, where we are doing exactly opposite of what we should be doing. We are always running around to meet deadlines, skipping meals, avoiding friends and family in the pretext of deadlines again, we miss out on great things. We lead miserable lives, but this feeling doesn’t strike us just then. It strikes us when the façade of such success eludes  us. Living like rats who feed on the little we get, building up false images of what we could get, all this is truly justified , for all we do is just think, and never act. It serves us right when we paint wonderful pictures of a future and sit, while the whole world around us turns upside down. Its the feeling of woeful sorrow that diminishes us as being, mostly not because we feel we couldn’t get what we imagined, but because the frustration of never having tried engulfs our soul.

If you are a guy of post its, who seeks happiness in things which bear little relevance to what your life really stands for, you might see yourself in the group of majority, but in the race to enlightenment and fulfilment, your majority is proves to be a sad excuse for a life. Don’t follow misguided paths for sheep may get herded anywhere, be a wise man and do things as you like. I don’t mean for you to go to your Boss next thing tomorrow, and tell him that you have found your calling and leave the job. I just wish for you to do things your way, but do things nevertheless. Don’t strive to be unique, let uniqueness be you. Be the guy who believes and thinks independently, a guy who wields the roses by their thorns and raises them to the triumphant sky for he did what he liked.