My Stupid Suicide Plan

Yeah its a long story and a long time back when I was not good with Trigonometric Identities. My sir told to learn the identities, and I as a over smart guy prepares a finest excuse instead of learning that. Next day as usual my friends decepted me by learning the same. As a back bencher, I was the first one to answer him. When sir asked me, I told him that “You told to learn sir, not that you will take oral test. Sir little angrily argued with me,” So it means if u learn that then you can reply, right ?”
” Sir but I learn to get an idea about that, not to remember. If you told us to prepare for that, I will definitely remember that.”
And as everyone knows if the sir have no words to argue with child they simply either punish us or abuse us. Abuse in the sense beating child, with a so called weapon i.e. a steal scale. And I have got a total of 10 scales, some on the hands and rest all of that in my impeccable ass. And at that time I had so called problem of looking stupid. Sir have already exploited my ass especially when the girl seating were staring at me.

(School Bell rings)

At school bus, behind were the seniors sitting and one of my classmate who don’t have any content to discuss about, so he is talking about me. I try to ignore their voice mocking me, by saying “What’s your Identity without identities, boy.”

I don’t know I am not feeling good at that day, whether it is people’s opinion or the burden of my own thoughts that is disturbing me.

So, finally when I reached home I decided to end up this problem, by simply finding a nice building nearby to have a nice jump from. But luckily there were no buildings in my undeveloped town. And then I got an idea to use a cutter to get deep into myself. But then, I remember the pain when I used to cut the cardboard and the cutter slightly cuts my fingers edge. Similarly I dropped this idea too. And finally i decided to bring the poisonous copper sulphate of 10 Rs. from general store, probably the cheapest exit strategy from the world, by tomorrow after coming back from school. And Then I survived that day. And the next day I saw our Sir’s hand injured and dropped my stupid suicide plan.

Sometimes, it is neither the people nor our thoughts that is distressing us. It is the situation we face, which weakens our capacity to think, giving us reasons to feel sad, distress, weak, broken, and what not. Because sometimes the best people of our life hurt us the most , and our worst people can act as a angel. It’s the situation which we are into, which makes us depressed.  Everyone wants to be happy in this world , and everyone already knows how to be happy. Everyone knows the solution of the problem, but they don’t know how to deal with it. It’s the passing time, which makes us stronger and vigorous. Sometimes, just stop listening to your thoughts, let the time heal everything.

Thanks you.

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