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18 May, 2009

Enough Is Enough!

Author's Note: The entire write-up below is purely fiction. Readers are requested to keep that in mind while reading.

(This was found besides a dead body of a college student who seemed to have killed himself by slitting his wrist)

To whomsoever it may concern,

I am writing this to proclaim that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I want out of this horrid life of mine, and by the time you read this, I may have succeeded in pulling the plug. In other words, what you are reading now is a suicide note. You may call me a sissy, a coward who could not face his problems in life and preferred to run away, but you will only understand when you realize how life has been treating me until now.

I was born in 1991. Not like it's important, it's the beginning of a huge waste anyway, but I have to start somewhere. I started my Std 1 in 1998, and instantly found that I grasped concepts much easier than my peers could, and also remember them well. In other words, I was a 'scholar'. A few years later, an IQ test would give me an IQ of 142 — meaning 'prodigiously gifted', but that's until later.

In the first three years of primary school, I scored 95 plus % straight, and ended up becoming the teachers' favorite and the students' envy. That very envy was probably the reason why I didn't have many friends back then — In fact, come to think of it, why I didn't have any friend back then.And then, it was the 4th standard examination when it happened. I was caught during the exam — with a book under my desk. When you are caught and punished for something you haven't even done, it feels very, very bad. For all I know, it might have been done by some of my so-called 'classmates' for a good laugh. And boy, did they get it! I didn't get one though, all I got was a big fat zero in the subject, without any real reason.

The incident hit me very hard; I suppose you could call it 'below the belt'. It took me years, many long years, to get over it, and in the process, my academics, the only thing I was ever any good at, suffered. The taunts that suggested I couldn't score as much as I used to just because I didn't get to copy didn't help. However, I was almost over it by the age of about 14 - 15, thanks to some very solid support from Dad. The IQ test I was talking about had also happened by then.

And then, life landed its second blow, hitting where it hurt the most: It singlehandedly took out my entire support system. Dad was returning from his job that day, but was 10 minutes late and missed his usual local. He simply took another one. The day was 11 July, 2006. Only charred pieces of his body were found... (Here, some seemingly random scribbles are seen, which have been struck out.)

Sorry, I'd got a bit emotional... And Mom, well, she, to this day, believes that Dad hasn't yet returned from his Fort office, and will soon come... she's in a Mental Asylum.

Almost a year later, I got my SSC results (AKA 10th Standard) — 61%. Good in the face of what had happened; 'A testimony to your talent', that's what Dad would have said; but that doesn't change the truth, it being that my dream of being a Nuclear Scientist was all but destroyed. Not the first dream of mine to go that route; and certainly not the last.

However, none of these had much of an effect on the hormones of my body. You might be knowing what happens in your typical male body at the age of around 16 - 17 — Total chaos in your body, with only one coherent wish coming out of the mess: I WANT A FEMALE. (The more, the better, in some cases.) And then I noticed her... Naina. A Commerce classmate of mine, her major feature was apparent from her name itself: her striking blue eyes. Between losing both my parents and getting stuck in Commerce trying to tally Balance Sheets (not that I ever managed to do it), I felt Naina was the best thing that had happened to my life. How wrong I was... But by the time I realised that Naina was, in fact, my life's fourth strike against me, it was too late...

They say 'Be careful of what you choose to desire, lest the desire comes true'. I desired Naina to say 'Yes' when I popped the question on the first day of the vacation post 11th (or FYJC), and she did. Of course, in hindsight, I feel it would have been much better if she had said 'No' straight away. We were together for a total of six months, and guess what? She two-timed me all the time... ALL the damn time! She had already been in a 'relationship' even as she said 'Yes' to me. Why do girls do that? Not that I'm terribly interested in knowing... One of the things IQ scores don't reflect is how good or poor the person is at judging other people...

This affected my HSC results as badly as my SSC ones... probably worse. In the end, I had to settle for an admission in this hole-in-the-wall college that would grant an FYBCom admission to a 49% scorer. (Not even the new crappy percentile system helped...)

And there, life played its final hand. I say 'final' because I have no real inclination towards letting it screw around with me even further. The very day I set foot first in the college premises, a group — in fact, a gang — of 6 - 8 seniors put me through intense humiliation. I cannot even get aroung to write what they did, but I can tell you that it was a milder version of the atrocity depicted in The Kite Runner.

I still attempted to contact the authorities, without much hope, and learned two things. One was the shocking truth that the leader of the gang was none other than the principal's son himself. And the other was the supposed reason — or you might say provocation — for the attack: something to do with me being a North Indian.

I won the first battle in life — if fact, against life, of getting a headstart over my competition due to natural ability. But then life struck back with a vengeance, and now the seven-match series stands finished at 1-6. Today, I'll end it on my own terms. Goodbye World!

Yours Unluckily.

7 precious feedbacks!:

SWATZ said...

Is this all true? It is real shattering... Life definitely is tough to face, obstacels always strike us down... but yeah giving up..(read: suicide) appears the only way out sometimes...!!! The entire write-up shook me from within..!!! May his soul rest in peace!

Adisha said...

I think this is your imagination. And though it's written amazingly well, I totally cannot relate to someone who gives up like that.

I do not believe someone who goes through pain / atrocities/ suffering / loss should just give up since they believe the world owes them something better. Your life is in your hands only ...

And what is it with 17 year olds getting so involved in relationships and thinking it's the end of the world when a girl dumps them or cheats of them. Once someone finds out, I think it's Good Riddance to Bad rubbish, rather than bawling your eyes out, thinking " How could this happen to me ?? "

I'm sorry for goin on and on about this . I guess you've achieved your purpose of this post by rattling me :)

Please don't mind. I feel pretty strongly about suicide.

Amazing writing !!

Keep visiting my blog

Cheers,
adisha

Unknown said...

@Swati:
It's not true, that's why it's in a blog with 'Fiction' in its title! This just came to my imagination, and to give it a realistic feel, I inserted those brackets (Although it's not like it cannot happen...)

@Adisha:
I've seen, with my own two eyes, 18-year-olds making little crushes the be-all-and-end-all of life. And in any case, that wasn't the only reason the person went in for his decision; it was a cumulative effect.

@Both:
Thanks for taking the time to write out such thoughtful comments, and giving those compliments :)

Keep Reading!
-Sagar

Thoughts Over Chai said...

Oh my god!! I had thought it to be real but then i read ur comment that it's labelled under fiction.Sorry for not noticing it.
Thank God!
Ending life is the most stupid thought.Though i too have it a lot many times, I dont have the courage to do it and im thankful for that.Life's a gift, so just enjoy it.Its the funda of life to have some happy and some sad moments.It depends on us how we handle it.

Unknown said...

You actually have THOUGHT of ending life!
It's true when you say life's a gift; but there will always be some people who'll find it a nuisance (Even if their opinions are half-baked)...

Keep visiting!

Shruti Narayanan said...

ah fortunately i noticed the fiction label before starting off to read else i would have surely chewed up my nails!!

very well written, i never write fictions coz i always find 'truth stranger than fictions' n i feel i can connect to the truth more nicely n comfortably than with fiction but such works always inspires to write fiction n u have handled it well.

i personally dont feel committing a suicide is a big deal, its like anybody can do it! but then facing the disappointments in life n leading ur way to the top, thats life! sumthing which is not every one's cup of tea :D

CRD said...

wonder whos life can be soo bad...

But committing suicide for a gal? naww man. better if he did it for something more important...

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