Inspirational Suicide Plan...........

This is an article which i recently came across and thought of putting the same on my blog........truely inspiring
My Stupid Suicide Plan - CHETAN BHAGAT

Last week, an IITian committed suicide. People who commit suicide do it when they feel there's no future. But wait, isn't IIT the one place where abright and shining future is a foregone conclusion? It just doesn't add up,does it? Why would a young, hardworking, bright student who has the worldahead of him do something like this? But the answer is this-in our constantreverence for the great institution (and I do believe IITs are great), weforget the dark side. And the dark side is that the IITs are afflicted bythe quintessential Indian phenomenon of academic pressure, probably thehighest in the world.I can rant about the educational system and how it requires serious fixing,or I can address the immediate-try my best to prevent such suicides. Forthis column I have chosen the latter, and I do so with a personal story.News of a suicide always brings back one particular childhood memory. I was14 years old when I first seriously contemplated suicide. I had done badlyin chemistry in the Class X half yearly exam. I was an IIT aspirant, and68% was nowhere near what an IIT candidate should be getting. I don't knowwhat had made me screw up the exam, but I did know this, I was going tokill myself. The only debate was about method.Ironically, chemistry offered a way. I had read about copper sulphate, andthat it was both cheap and poisonous. Copper sulphate was available at thekirana store. I had it all worked out.My rationale for killing myself was simple-nobody loved me, my chemistryscore was awful, I had no future and what difference would it make to theworld if I was not there. I bought the copper sulphate for tworupees-probably the cheapest exit strategy in the world. I didn't do it fortwo reasons. One, I had a casual chat with the aunty next door about coppersulphate, and my knowledgeable aunty knew about a woman who had died thatway. She said it was the most painful death possible, all your veins burstand you suffer for hours. This tale made my insides shudder. Second, on theday I was to do it, I noticed a street dog outside my house being teased bythe eighborhood kids as he hunted for scraps of food. Nobody loved him. Itwould make no difference to the world if the dog wasn't there. And I waspretty sure that its chemistry score would be awful. Yet, the dog wasn'ttrotting off to the kirana store. He was only interested in figuring out astrategy for his next meal. And when he was full, he merely curled up in acorner with one eye open, clearly content and not giving a damn about theworld. If he wasn't planning to die anytime soon what the hell was Iranting about? I threw the copper sulphatein the bin. It was the best two bucks I ever wasted.So why did I tell you this story? Because sometimes the pressure gets toomuch; like it did for the IITian who couldn't take it no more. On the dayhe took that dreadful decision, his family and friends were shattered, andIndia lost a wonderful, bright child. And as the silly but true coppersulphate story tells you-it could happen to any of us or those around us.So please be on the lookout, if you see a distressed young soul, lend asupportive, non-judgmental ear. When I look back, I thank that aunt andthat dog for unwittingly saving my life. If God wanted us to take our ownlife, he would have provided a power off button. He didn't, so have faithand let his plan for you unfold. Because no matter how tough life gets andhow much it hurts, if street dogs don't give up, there is no reason why we,the smart species, should. Makes sense right?

"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can't do it."