The worth of life.

Yesterday a guy in IIT commited suicide.It was a shocking news.It made me think and reminded me once again that how unpredectible life and people can be.That guy use to live on the same hostel as i,took his lunch,dinner at the same mess and probably sometime at the same table with me.And yet no one can tell what was goin through his mind.

This is not the first time that i heard the word "suicide" and trust me although this time,for a change,i didn't knew the victam but i felt equally sorry for him and more so for his family.He may have freed from whatever pain he was goin through but had left a permanent scar in the life of his parents.I am telling this from personal experience,It SUCKS big times when u hear that someone whom u care about has tried to end his/her life.

Moreover i don't think there is any reason in this planet to take such extreme step.No matter how much ur life sucks(and it sometimes does) or U think it sucks,there is always something better in store for the future.I have heard somewhere that "suicide is a permanent solution for a temporary problem" and it is so true.No problem is permanent which cannot be overcame.

I think the main problem is that people sometimes just forget(or ignore) all the good things they have in life and just whine about all things that they don't have.Even i had same problem few years back.But with all the good and bad experiences that i had with this thing called life, i have learned to count my blessings and not my curses.And i think thats the way one should live his/her life.

I found this poem in the website of an NGO supporting the homeless people.Its a lovely poem written by someone on the way whe usually forgets how lucky we are.Donno about others but i do feel lucky to be what i am today.Heres the poem:

Today upon a bus I saw a girl with golden hair;
she seemed so gay, I envied her,
and wished that I were half so fair;
watched her as she rose to leave,
and saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch,
but as she passed - she gave a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two legs - the world is mine.

Later on I bought some sweets.
The boy who sold them had such charm,
I thought I'd stop and talk awhile.
If I were late, it'would do no harm.
And as we talked he said, "Thank you, sir,
you've really been so kind.
It's nice to talk to folks like you
because, you see, I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two eyes - the world is mine.

Later, walking down the street,
I met a boy with eyes so blue.
But he stood and watched the others play,
it seemed he knew not what to do.
I paused, and then I said,
"Why don't you join the others, dear?"
But he looked straight ahead without a word,
and then I knew, he couldn't hear.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine;
I have two ears - the world is mine.

Two legs to take me where I go,
two eyes to see the sunset's glow,
two ears to hear all I should know,
oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I'm blessed, indeed, the world is mine.