The dim eyes of the children
attract my attention. They were peeping towards me. It was really sad moment
.The girl had done suicide and her mother was yelling and lamenting frequently.
Mom had gone there and I was lying with Sameer .Sameer was
playing near the bed and I was tying some letters for the office. The crowd
near the yellow house attracted my attention and I tried to explore the fact
behind the crowd. I stood near the neighbor and asked about the reason of suicide.
It was result of fight in family members who scolded the school girl for going
cyber and using faced which led her to do suicide.
There is somebody who gave resign
in office. Somebody provided it as a status, another commented “who did it? “ I read and compel to think was
it real fact or somebody had made it a means of entertainment. Life has become
a mere means of entertainment. Nobody knows there is true love expressed in
facebook or mere the fake statements which reveal compositional quality of
somebody who writes own feelings or the “paste” item of term which are collected,
cut and pasted in the required field.
It was fourteenth day of Sameer
,I was lying on bed, I heard somebody whisper to own friends the guy did
suicide ,the different opionions,discussions were held .It was an interesting
task to see the different investigators remarking about the incident .One of
the girl was telling in low voice to her
family the guy was known to her very well she was sure that he did suicide because
he did love marriage a rich girl. Surprising I was surprised to see her talency
of expressing the facts providing different colors of meaning she wanted to use.
Death is certain ,even the death
of pilgrims in Uttarakhand ,India, death of passengers of buss accident in Madi
River ,Damauli Nepal ,death of local people in due to flood Darchula Nepal were also part of uncertainty of death ,like the both suicide cases.
Nobody cared that the truth is
uncertain and multiplicity of meanings are providing the new shape to the every
incident. Any way I could not get the fact of suicide of both individuals and started
playing with Google which gave me multiple incidents of suicide in different
states. Even the news channels try to explore the meanings of incidents and
make people aware of the incident.
My hands always seek to do
something in typing machine which I myself do not know .People express
different feelings and I try to squeeze meanings from them. Then I realized the
fact I remain unknown about the reality so with the full stop on the thought I
turn towards the bed.
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