After repeated failures, his morale met the same fate as that of a sea wave reaching the shore. While turning the pages of newspaper, though reluctantly, pictures of big politicians visiting house of a student who had recently committed suicide caught his eyes. After reading the whole story he came to know about hefty compensation paid to the family of the deceased student and various proposals to institute awards in his name. I didn't get what I deserve even by fighting against all odds and he gained so much by surrendering to the circumstances. Cowardice is being worshipped and bravery is being stamped with failures repeatedly. He got lost into the vacuum of the sky contemplating his journey of life.
Mesmerized by the name and fame earned by surrendering, he too decided to try his luck into life after death.
"Why did you end your beautiful life prematurely, my son?" A strange voice awakened him from his illusory life.
"Because I wanted to earn name and fame, which I couldn't do despite my best efforts. But who are you?" He enquired
"I am the prime mover my dear." The invisible source of voice replied,"I am here to gift you the realization."
His mind was too confused with the events to comprehend the situation. "Do you belong to historically oppressed class? Do you have great struggle story so that your death can make news worth selling?". The voice interrupted the toxic silence.
"No, though I belong to upper caste my father hardly earned enough to afford both bread and butter. I have had tough time in childhood to get the textbooks. I had to ask my seniors for the books. I started teaching tuitions in my college days the help my father financially....."
"No, no my son this is not struggle in Kalyuga. Today struggle means that you are born in a caste which is recognized as oppressed caste irrespective of current economic status. You may go to the best school, college, with best of coaching and books to your service but your life will be labelled as great struggle because some hundreds of years ago your caste was backward."
"That's very unfair", he murmured
"Yeah, every unfair thing is fairly fair in Kalyuga. Ok now tell me do you belong to the community one which can constitute significant vote bank?"
"Yeah, " he said in excitement;" I belong to the religion which constitutes 80% of the population....."
"Ohhh! You are so innocent my dear child." He was interrupted again," electorally important community is the one which is in minority and can be easily projected as victim. Since you belong to numerically dominant religion, you disqualify from earning attention."
"So, my suicide has gone in vain?", he asked in frustrated voice
"I have full sympathy with you, but since you belong to general category you have the least importance in your society. Your struggle is really great, you have the one of best intellect, and it is the failure of the system that you still don't matter."
The darkness of silence engulfed his hopes of getting name and fame after committing suicide. His heart was racing like a sprint runner, he was sweating profusely in anxiety. His life was a failure and his death also proved to be non mover. He kicked in air in frustration.
"Ouch! Can't you mind your legs during your sleep."
This familiar voice interrupted his journey into death. After stupor of few seconds he smiled and said, "sorry darling."
A nightmare showed him the futility of his dream of suicide.
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