The burden of life

On a cold November afternoon, Susmit decided life wasn't worth living anymore. I suspect it was a long and carefully planned decision and he waited for the auspicious Karthik month of calendar so that he doesn't have to bear the burden of living anymore. The burden of eating, smiling, day dreaming and sleeping while others wondered how could someone continue like that was too heavy to bear. I can only imagine how dreadful his thoughts would have been and how deep his despair to make living unbearable.
              In reality his life was no less than comfortable, there was financial stability and he could have easily lived and even started a shop on his father's pension till he was fourty, just relaxing at home. The pain of not being able to meet high expectations both his own and his parents. The constant humiliation from family and friends who measure a person by the amount of money they make and the number of scars one carries from perpetual struggle and violent competitions. The monstrous society where there is no love and respect for a fellow man unless he can be exploited to ones benefit.

But killing ones body doesn't change a thing, I wish I could tell him that. Death could alleviate his pain but only when one lived, not in the ending of body. I wish he could have gone through a catharsis and unlearned all the poisonous ideas that education and the society feeds one about living and achieving. Dying to all that would have certainly placed him in heaven as he wished.