Is Suicide = Heaven ! !

 

This life is a gift for some and a burden for a few. How you perceive it as whether as a gift or burden depends upon many factors.The most important factor is your innate nature that you carry with you.This innate nature is not influenced by the DNA you got from your parents or your upbringing. This innate nature is you, purely you and the nature of your soul that you have been carrying for perhaps many decades now. This innate nature makes someone a fighter, a giver, a doer, an achiever, a go-getter, Or a loser, a taker, a cynic, gullible, a pessimist. Which category you fall into decides your course in life and the same decides how you well or poorly you will live your life. 

A recent news about Arjun Bhardwaj, the 24-year-old student who jumped off the room on the 19th floor of Hotel Taj Lands End in Mumbai,has been doing the rounds.What was going on in his head ? ! He was the son of a business man, supposedly a well to do family. The boy checked into Taj using his credit card, recorded a tutorial of his suicide act. The reason for suicide in the newspapers was depression due to failure in college. What was wrong with this boy ? Just because he could not accept failure so he decided to end his life ! 

⦿According to the WHO suicide data over 800,000 people die due to suicide every year and there are many more who attempt suicide. In fact every suicide is an encouragement for those who are contemplating this act in their minds as the survey says there are indications that for each adult who died of suicide there may have been more than 20 others attempting suicide.

⦿Each day in our nation, there are an average of over 5,240 attempts by young  children between grades 7-12.

⦿ According to the International Suicide Statistics – On average,1 person dies by suicide every 40 seconds somewhere in the world.               

⦿1.8% of worldwide deaths are suicides.

⦿ The Global suicide rates have increased 60% in the past 45 years.

Reading all these facts and data there are questions that hover in my head about all those people who try to commit suicide. Under what circumstances did they do it ? Was there not even a single moment of happiness in their life to latch on to life? Were they expecting something different than we normally expect from life ? Did they talk about their state of depression with anyone? Did anyone around them tried to approach them or counsel them? Was it the fault of a bad parenting ? What was their mental state that led them to a decision like this one ? Do they feel life after death to be more colourful than this one? Did they feel life as hell and hoped to find heaven on the other side? Where did they finally reach ? Heaven ! ?  

I can’t comprehend ending life this way.Is it merely the lack of courage to face the ups and downs of life Or is it because one expects too much from life? Who is to be blamed ? The parents for not teaching the required life skills to the child or the child ? Do the sufferings really end after a suicide when they finally enter heaven?

Oh! but wait ..Isn’t this Heaven ? ! ?

“I have always believed that Heaven and hell both are present on this earth and all around us. There is no Heaven or Hell up there. Its all in here. Within us . Around us. There are so many ways I find happiness and it feels like heaven. The first gentle breeze that touches my face as I open the windows early morning, the sweet singing of the nightingale, the first ray of sunlight that passed through my body, the morning hug from my husband, the forceful cuddles the I give my kids, the first sip of my morning tea, the people I meet  and greet throughout the day. There is music and happiness everywhere and all around. I feel blessed to feel all this every day. I do have my drag days for sure, I have my days when I want to shout out loud and bite everyone who gets on my nerves,  but hey those days are limited to specific cycle and holds true for every women. There are more days of pleasantness and gratitude”.

 

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The power of living our lives lies in belief. On the belief that All Is Well..if not , All is going to be well soon. The Belief of not giving upon yourself. To share our thoughts and emotions with our loved ones.To not shy away from breaking down and crying. Cry out loud or shout from roof tops, vent your stress or anger- let it pour. Talk and share. Believe that you have the power to heal yourself and set things right. Believe that the one you call God is listening.Stay Positive always.

What would be the difference between a person who knows exuberance and one who does not? Why one person is happy and gives more to life whereas one trying to take away this very life? Why ones perspective is always positive and hopeful while the other is always complaining and yearning for sympathy? I believe it’s the Innate nature. Upbringing and a congenial environment do play a role in shaping up a personality and bring about a positive perspective on life. 

For the children : Share with your parents all your worries and turmoils. They are your BBF. Don’t be scared of being a failure.Its completely alright to fail in life. Dust yourself. Move forward in life. 

For the Parents : Strike a conversation with your child. Listen, but don’t judge. Do NOT label your child. Act as a friend more often than just a parent. 

As it is life is short and its ticking away. This world is beautiful and a happy heaven. Let’s hang on. And when we finally reach our end the natural way I am sure God is gonna ask us all –

                                 “ So, How was Heaven down there ?” 

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My School and Christmas

I went to a Convent school in Delhi and my school had a Catholic Church within the campus. As I recollect, everything about my school was welcoming & grand..The school assembly was an everyday affair as we dragged through our daily rituals of the morning prayers like Oh Father in Heaven and other sing along hymns and rhymes.The assembly invariably ended with a ‘thought for the day’ by our beloved Reverent Sisters a.k.a Nuns.

I remember, one of my favourite subjects in school was Moral Science. Firstly, because there was not much of written CW or HW given. Secondly because it spoke about the good positive virtues one ought to have in ones life. And Lastly, it was taught by one of my favourite Sisters. Sister Maria. She taught us how we should grow up to be a : Kind , Caring , Humble , Giving , Forgiving human being.. And to all these adjectives that I stumbled upon in this class, I vowed to myself that they will be a part of me as I grow up. I wanted to posses all those virtues and become a Good-Nun one day ! . Hee Haw ! Yes, I was so much in awe of my Nuns and their charisma that I dreamt of become a Nun and run a Church or a convent one day. Don’t know why , but I felt I was born to be a Nun. Period . My career was decided ! So I never missed my Moral science lessons while secretly wondering and wishing for a peek what lies underneath the white coif our nuns wore ! Always wondering if they had long hair or short hair or any hair at all !

Apparently ,my best Friend in school was a Catholic Christian and she used to attend those Catholic class while the other non catholics like me attended the Moral science class.. and even though I loved my moral science classes but still the budding nun in me was curious to know what happens in a Catholic-class and why they were more privileged  to be taken to the church more often than us!  I even started to think if being a Catholic was a sure shot way to become a Nun! I was so in love with the last surname that Christians had like Martin ,Thomas ,Lewis, Carlos as they seem to be so trendy and happening that I even picked on a few to choose from just in case my father agrees. So gathering all my courage, I shared my thoughts of changing my religion and my ambition to become a nun with my father one day. He smiled, but didn’t give me a yes or a no. My heart sank and so did my dream & career; or so I thought . The following week my father called me and gave me a framed picture of Jesus. Does that meant we are all converting ?? I was thrilled, I asked mom if she would allow me to place my frame in her little temple space that she had created in her room. Her shelf had all the Gods she believed in from Krishna, Durga, Ganpati , Gurunanak and now the God I had faith in ; adorned her shelf too. I even taught my mom the Sign of the cross and we prayed often together. As years passed by my desire to be a nun and convert my religion slowly left me. Now when I look back to it all seems so silly . So what if I couldn’t become a Nun…I am glad I could become a Super-Mum !

That was the impact of my school on me. Whilst my school made me understand the special place of my family in my life, it also taught me to embrace the good values & morals each culture-religion had to offer. And of course ,the best month in school was December as Christmas was celebrated with much fanfare and grandeur, with skits and dances, tuck shops and a trip to the Old Age Home..Each class had a small Xmas tree fully loaded with bells, balls ,stars et al.. Our very own Princy (Respected Principal) announced a prize for The Best decorated class for Christmas each year. This festival brought with it the charm of Giving and Sharing.

No wonder this festival holds a special place in my heart . The essence & The spirit of Christmas is something I have grown up with.The singing of the Carols and the sound of the bells from the churches still give me goosebumps.Though, I am not a Christian, but It’s my festival too and I feel the onus is on me to let my children feel & experience the spirit this festival has to offer.So every year we put up an Xmas tree 🌲 Decorate it with all the enthu .. Buy presents for each other and pretend Santa still exists .. Share stories and sing carols ..Watch the trending Christmas movies and gorge on the Rum & Plum cakes from our favourite gâteau shops, accompanied by a cup of hot chocolate for the kids while we wine it up !

So, lets cheers to the Spirit of Christmas and pass on the magic of this festival to our kids and to the kids at the signals who sell those red Santa caps and reindeer horns oblivious to the significance or the stories behind it. We have been Santa for our kids on every Christmas, so why not be the Santa to at least one poor child each year.

As another year comes to an end, Let’s be Loving-Giving-Forgiving, and keep spreading the cheer among our little angels, so that they continue to make good & beautiful memories in this beautiful world along the way…

Hope you have a Wonderful Insightful and Peaceful year ahead!