My Encounter with Hope ( And Suicide )


Reading about the alarmingly increasing number of student suicides in Kota, I was reminded of how, a year ago,  I too had slowly begun to descend into that abyss of hopelessness, tired of one failure after another with seemingly no respite.

Eventually things changed and looking back at it now, I can’t reconcile that depressed girl to the present, carefree me! I wish I knew then what I do now, not that I’ve suddenly attained Gautam Buddha level enlightenment (just a first year student, gosh ! ). But what I do know now is that you’ve got to have hope and most importantly, you have got to hold on to that hope, even when things seem bleak. After all, I don’t know of a tunnel that does not eventually lead to light!

As said very truly by the fictional President Snow (I don’t know what you’re doing if you don’t know him), “Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.” Dangerous indeed. It propels you to work until the end of your capacity. It drives you to achieve things deemed impossible by those pessimists around you. Looking back, I wish I’d known that the people whose taunting comments I would cry over, wouldn’t even matter anymore in the future.

I just wish all those teens contemplating ending their lives could hold on to that bit of hope just a bit longer. That hope, which made them leave their parents’ sheltered embraces and plunge headfirst into the world of cut throat competition. We’ll meet competition at every step of life, and all we can do is try, try, try until we succeed. So hope on, dream on and may the odds be ever in your favour ! (Yes I’m a Hunger Games fan, sue me)



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