Hey guys, sorry about the late releases. Actually, according to my schedule the next chapter should have been out on Tuesday.
Guys, I know that this isn’t really the right place to discuss this but I only know this community. It’s like my second home.
So this is what happened. I am a med school student in my 2nd year. The final year exams are around the corner, Jan 20. So the hostel is quite serious at the moment. No parties, no drinking sessions and no music.
The med school is insane as in we have so much pressure when exams are around. However, I always thought that exams are merely exams, nothing more. We have so many things in our life more important than fucking studies.
However, on Tuesday, a girl in her final year committed suicide in our college, in her room. That day, when I was informed of this matter, I rushed to the girls dorms and saw her corpse. Still hanging from the ceiling.
The police investigation took place for over two hours and I was outside the dorm the whole time. Her parents who reside at a mere distance of 150 km rushed just as the investigation was done and her corpse was taken down.
The entire college was there. One of us died and we were all in a very depressed mood. However, our sadness was nothing in front of what her parents and her two siblings experienced that day.
I saw them crying their hearts out for hours. Her mother, she was almost….. I can’t say how much she cried that day. Same for her father, brother and sister.
The girl on question, was 23 this year. She was going to be an intern in just two short months and she was a good student as well. No backlogs. However, she was too stressed about marks and society’s opinion of her average grades.
That day, we were all reminded of our pitiable lives. What use is life and talent and love if you are ready to commit suicide for mere studies.
Yes, that’s what the investigation reported. It was a genuine suicide. She committed suicide cause she was unable to deal with the stress of exams and fear of failing them.
She didn’t have a boyfriend. She didn’t even have many friends. She was too focused and thus was too rash to take the worst choice.
The next day, we all went for her funeral. I watched her family, her grandparents and her cousins. Since that day, my heart has been much troubled.
Thus, I am here to share my trouble and give my opinion. I know that suicides are rare but I just want to tell you all.
Fuck the studies, fuck the troubles, fuck your love failure, fuck your economic problems. Life has so much more for us. Forty years later, when we have our grandchildren, we will think that they were all nothing but a part of our life.
I know that this outburst may be unnecessary cause you guys are all mature but I just wanted to tell you even if it is uncalled for.