No one can explain, not even the person who took his/her life, the circumstances under which he or she was forced to take his/her life.
At the same time, there cannot be any possible endorsement for such an act.
Anyway, the only thing that can be said the person could not withstand a pressure the scale of which only he could gauge and that made him to go beyond any sane sense of disappointment to choose to end the life in a desperate effort to put an end to the ensuing misery.
Death in peace or peace in death, debating this is ugly and must be avoided in such cases, philosophically or morally.
No one can ever scale the severity of the pain behind such decisions but being the fellow human beings, we all need to feel shameful that it happened in a society that proclaims to be a congregation of human civilization groups built on the concepts of humanity.
A humanity that we tread and trade, time and again!
But even after that, we, like some debased survivals, manipulate all the barriers of humanity by making such a death a subject of hot discussion being laced with words that pushes one’s conscious to a moral graveyard where nothing else but the ‘selfish Self’ matters.
How painful it is to hear the rumour windmill and the gossip treadmill about some departed Soul.
Welcome to the new age of the human civilization compressed in a globalized world of information chaos in pockets of its populations dangling between oddities and extremities on the poor balance of ‘have’s’ and ‘have not’s’.
It is in such pockets that we come across the merchants of the human conscience who sell and purchase everything, from their souls to others’ souls even if departed, if they see a point to reap a profit from that.
Privacy being the most compromised human right, as many ditches as possible are dug to sensationalize a human calamity into an even of profiteering. Died in pain, the soul is not even allowed the elusive peace that it was looking for by these mercenaries of human conscience.
And if the departed soul was a known face, someone with a wider public identity, it invites a maddening deafness where everyone speaks and everyone says but no one thinks about the soul departed and the people really grieving for loss of someone close to them.
The natural inquisitiveness on a life tragically lost is the immediate casualty in such cases. Spin doctors juggle mercilessly to stretch the periphery beyond the unthinkable. They carry out yet another post-mortem of the life lost, of the soul departed, visiting and revisiting the haunting details that pushed the soul to the extremities, the details that grill the grieving people close to the person departed even more.
Shocked and made inert by the loss of their close one, they are hit by rounds and rounds of canards, analytical punditry and hyperactive communication marauding.
They come across it at a time when they don’t even understand the ‘what, why and how’ of what just happened. The departed one needed answers but couldn’t find. Now they need answers but no one cares enough to let them have the moments to come to terms with what just happened. Lost in thoughts and scrambling to get anything into the countless ‘whys’, they plead to be left alone.
But who will tell them that this is an increasingly inhuman human civilization where every such life lost is seen from the eyes of a merchant who doesn’t see anything but the monetized returns on the exploits of the quantitative detailing of a human disaster.
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/