Suicide
Kota, Rajashthan
It was 3rd year of his drop for IIT after secondary
education. Last 2 years he tried to persuade his father that this is something
he is not looking for and he would not be able to crack it.
One year back, in Bhopal
I can’t do it dad, I can’t. Last year’s marks near to the cut-off were a
coincidence. I didn’t solve a single question but guessed all the answers.
Please dad, I don’t want to repeat it.
You have to! Replied, Mr. Mathur.
What people will think? What he did there for 2 years? You’ll be called
as a failure. You have spent enough time preparing for this exam and now you
are near to the success. Just give one more try my son and see, you’ll become
an IITian. IITian Rohit.
But I’m not interested in engineering and IIT. I always think about
business and want to become an entrepreneur. If I’ll spend this much time in
business I’ll surely do great, dad.
No! What business? Do you have that much capital to invest? And from
where this things came to your mind? Asked his dad.
Dad, the coaching classes are looting a lot of money from us. They are
clearly doing business. If you allow me to use the same money in my business
idea, I’ll surely make you proud.
You can make me proud only by being an IITian. Am I clear?
His mom tried to weigh up his dad, but he said, tomorrow you are going
again and this year, I’m sure you’ll do it. And think about Mohit, he got 99%
in maths and 97% in science. He will also follow you after his 12th and
you’ll be his inspiration.
Kota, Today
30 out of 200 in class were happy after this year’s result. Some of them
became IITians, other became NITians and the rest were getting motivation
lecture from the faculty to continue it for next year.
Rohit congratulated his best friend Kabir for his selection in IIT
Kharagpur and left for his room.
He tore down a paper from his notebook and wrote:
Hello dad, this time again I’m far away from the cut-off of all
colleges. I told you that I am not able to crack it. Now following the legacy
of the frustrated kids, I’m also going far away from this world. I won’t hang
myself here to this fan because mom would not be able to see my death body. But
it doesn’t mean that I’ll be alive after this. I am a failure and you won’t be
able to see me with this tag. My next step is just towards the end of my life
but please don’t search for me as you won’t be able to do that. I love you, as
you always wanted me to be successful person in my life. I love you mom for you
unconditional love and care. I am really a bad boy as I am leaving only tears
for you. I love you Mohit, I hope you’ll live your life in your own way. Stay
blessed and don’t cry. You are my strong boy. Take care of mom and dad. Bye.
He kept the letter on the study table and placed his phone on it after
switching it off and left the room.
Bhopal
His parents were worried as he was out of reach after the result. Mohit
called his friends and teachers but they didn't pick up. They all were in a
huge tension. Finally they booked a cab and left for Kota. It was just 6 hours
journey from Bhopal to Kota.
I told you to not put pressure on him, his mother was screaming with a
cry.
He might be in fear of telling us. He can't do anything wrong. Believe
me, said his father to clam-down the situation.
His mom was crying continuously, scolding his dad and praying to the God
at the same time. They were just 1 hour away now.
Silence, please. Kabir is calling, said Mohit and gave the phone to his
father.
Hello?
Hello Kabir, Rohit's father this side. Where is Rohit, beta?
I'm sorry uncle but Rohit couldn't make it again this year.
I'm not asking for his result my son. Just asking, where is he? His
phone is switch off from morning.
Uncle he left from coaching after the result only. Oh shit! Kabir said
in worried manner. Uncle I'm leaving for his room right now. Please don't
worry. I will call you back once I reach there.
Yes beta, please go fast and see. Call me as soon as possible. We are
just half an hour away from Kota.
Okay Uncle.
They all reached at his room at the same time. Kabir saw their car and
stopped to open the gate for his dad. They jumped towards the first floor and
saw the room locked. Kabir saw the key outside the door so he picked it up and
opened the room.
First they felt happy of not seeing anything wrong but suddenly his
father's gaze went on the letter. He read the letter and suddenly called police
regarding the matter. His mother started crying again by calling Rohit's name.
They all were calling his friends to ask if they saw him and were waiting for
police to come.
Pachmarhi Suicide Point, Madhya
Pradesh
Pachmarhi is a famous tourist place in Madhya Pradesh but the suicide
point of Pachmarhi is among the most dangerous places in India. It is said
that, you can't find the person who commit suicide from this place. Rohit used
to know this place very well as it was very near to Bhopal.
He was about to jump after thinking all goods and bads of his life. As
soon as he took his step back to jump, an old and tired voice stopped him. The
voice was very low that only he could listen to it. The old voice started
saying...
'He also came here to end his life. Tired of all wrong happened to him.
All he wanted was to become a hero in Bollywood. He got the chance but big
faces of industry felt that he will ruin their career. They tortured him in a
way that no one can imagine and made him leave the industry for them.'
Who are you? And where you are? Asked Rohit.
He left Mumbai and directly came here to end the story of the hero. THE
END, said the old man in a loud voice.
There was silence after that. Deep silence.
Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words
fluttered and flew in the wind.
Are you there? Did he commit suicide after that? And who are you? Are
you listening to me?
The thought of committing suicide flew away from Rohit's mind for a
while. Thousands of questions were coming to his mind for the voice he had just
listened. The voice was so echoed that he couldn't understand from where it was
coming.
Hello! Why are you not answering me? What the hero did after that? He
sat down on the rock form where he was about to jump few minutes back.
He also sat down on the same rock like you, the old man said again.
The hero gave himself a thought that, why people call Bollywood people ‘hero’?
They don't do things which hero should do. Why I was running behind that fake
identity called ‘hero’. They tortured me to run away from their industry. Real
heroes don't do such things. There are other ways to become a hero. I am a hero
and I will die as a hero.
Then? Asked Rohit.
From that time the hero is saving life of people who come here to commit
suicide. Today again he saved a beautiful life.
Wow! It's you right? Asked surprised and smiling Rohit.
It's such an inspirational story sir. From how long you are doing this?
Where are you right now? How can you see me? In a row he asked so many
questions.
When I came here to end my life, I was 32, said the old man.
And how old are you now?
After 2 days I'll become 92. You have given me a beautiful gift in
advance. Promise me you won't come across this thought again and will return to
your home.
Sir, happy birthday in advance but I don't want to go back home. I know
my family will be in great trouble right now but I can't go back.
That's your choice; I don't want to intervene in your personal matter.
Live your life in your own way. Enjoy this precious gift of God. Do something
good.
Sir, may I ask you something?
Yes, please.
Do you mind if I join you to continue this humanitarian work? As you
said, do something good, I'll feel happy by doing this and helping you.
No boy, you are young. My life is not that good here. All I love here is
saving people only otherwise I would have left this place long ago.
But sir, if you would not have stopped me, I would have ended my life
till now. Now I want to spend my life here with you to contribute in your work.
If you won't allow me it would not be possible for me to give you the birthday
gift.
No, no! If you really want to spend your life like this, I can't stop
you. But if you ever feel that you want to go home, you immediately can.
Anytime. No force from my side.
He followed the path told by the old man and reached in a dark cave just
a few meters away from the rock he was standing on. He saw an old mic and a
little loudspeaker that was placed beneath the rock he was standing on. The old
man could see anyone on that hill from a little window in the cave and can talk
to them using his sound arrangement.
Who made this arrangements for you?
This mic is from my theatre days and these two speakers I bought from
the market. One for the person standing there and one for me. There is one more
microphone beneath that rock so that I can listen to the person standing there.
Amazing! You are a real life hero sir. I salute you.
Days went by. Months went. He started loving his routine and talking to
the people. The old man used to tell him stories about the people he has saved
life of. But he never asked him the reason of his suicide.
It's been 4 years now. The old man became seek. Now Rohit has the
responsibility of people and also of the old man.
One fine day, after giving medicine to the old man, he was peeping from
the window. He was happy that no one came that day for suicide. He was thinking
about the day he first heard the old man and how he saved his life. He was
thanking God and the old man for his new life and was also praying for old
man's good health. And suddenly his glance reached to someone standing on the
hill to commit suicide the next moment. He couldn't scream. He found himself
mum. How it may happen? God is really unfair. He wanted to shout to stop him
but his voice converted into a deep cry. The storm of the ocean of tears came
out of his eyes, which was calm from very long time. He cried out loud and
shouted, Noooooooooooo! Stop!
Mohit heard the voice and stopped at his point.
Who is there? Asked Mohit.
There was silence and a shallow cry.
Who are you? And why are you crying? Asked Mohit.
A tired and old voice replied:
'He also came here to end his life. Tired of all wrong happened to him.
All he wanted was to become a hero in Bollywood. He got the chance but big
faces of industry felt that he will ruin their career. They tortured him in a
way that no one can imagine and made him leave the industry for them.'
Who are you? And where are you? Asked Mohit.
He left Mumbai and directly came here to end the story of the hero. THE
END, said the old voice.
There was silence after that. Deep silence.
Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words
fluttered and flew in the wind.
Are you there? Did he commit suicide after
that? And who are you? Are you listening to me?
The thought of committing suicide flew away from
Mohit's mind for a while. Thousands of questions were coming to his mind for
the voice he just listened.
Hello! Why are you not answering me? What the hero
did after that? He sat down on the rock form where he was about to jump few
minutes back.
He also sat down on the same rock like you, the old
voice said again.
The hero gave himself a thought that, why people
call them ‘hero’? They don't do things which hero should do. Why I was running
behind that fake identity called ‘hero’. They tortured me to run away from
their industry. Real heroes don't do such things. There are other ways to
become a hero. I am a hero and I will die as a hero.
Then? Asked Mohit.
From that time the hero is saving life of people who come here to commit
suicide. Today again he saved a beautiful life.
Wow! It's you right? Asked surprised and smiling Mohit.
It's such an inspirational story sir. From how long
you are doing this? Where are you right now? How can you see me? In a row he
asked so many questions like his brother.
When I came here to end my life, I was 32, said the
old voice.
And how old are you now?
After 2 days I'll become 96.
Happy birthday sir, in advance. You saved my life
and told me your beautiful and inspirational story.
Thank you beta for listening to me. Now I want a
gift from you for my birthday.
Sure sir, please tell me. I would also like to meet
you.
No I don't meet people. But I want a promise from
you that you won't think about quitting this beautiful life again. Enjoy
this precious gift of God. Do something good. Help your family; they might be
in trouble because of you. You should go back home.
Mohit was crying. He was missing his home.
Yes sir, my mom would be crying a lot like she
cried when my brother left us.
Don't think about the person who left you instead
you should take care of your mom who is taking care of you and living her life
just for you.
Yes sir, thank you for opening my eyes. I shall
return now.
And with tears in his eyes he went back from the
hill.
Rohit sighed and turned with lots of tears in his
eyes.
The old man was looking at him from behind while he
was mimicking him from last 2 hours.
He hugged Rohit and told, you are a real life
hero my boy. I salute you.
But still if you want to go back with your brother
this is a good time.
Sir, my parent's one child is there to take care of
them but God want their second child to be here to take care of a great soul
and to save life of many people, he smiled while wiping all his tears.
The old man was praising him for today's work and
suddenly Rohit shouted at someone...
Noooooooooooooo!!! Stop!!!!
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