As instructed, everyone stood in silence as a mark of respect
towards the departed soul waiting impatiently for the silence to end and the
work to resume. Oh, one minute never seemed so long. With deliverable planned for
the day, the sound of siren exactly after a minute seems relieving for everyone
standing in uncomfortable silence. One minute over and the life is back to coding,
meetings, phone calls, emails and office gossip.
One moment of silence and life is back to usual business for the
rest of the world except the near ones whose life changes for ever. Death being
the only certainty in the world is not tragic; the tragic is the way it is
sniffed out by choice.
What comes into the person when h/she decides to cut short h/her
life? Why no thoughts come to the person’s mind about what will happen to those
who are left to cry and fend for themselves, to those who are dependent on you physically,
emotionally and financially? Can a temporary grief over a failed love overpower
you so much that you let go of everything, everything else seems worthless? That
talent, industriousness, friendliness , creativity to pen out of the box
scripts, great shots , amazing illustrations ... what good were all these? The same could be used to enhance others’
lives. What a waste of talent? What a waste of life?
