I love Sholay. My cousins and I had the cassette of Sholay which we used to play over a dozen time on our VCR during summer vacations. We had almost made a routine. Play after dinner, forward the star cast in the beginning, rewind when parents came to join us after they finished their dinner, curse the cousin for over rewinding, take the remote control, forward the songs and forward the above scene. Why? Because it's boring. Yes, even those with no source of entertainment but continually watching Sholay find suicides boring. I almost wished someone made suicides interesting. And recently, you just did. You just crossed the boundaries of real life drama. You "blogged" a suicide note and how! May be my opinion is prejudiced because I know you personally but you made us think about something that we thought was the last resort of only the sentimentally deluded. People talked. Made jokes probably. You trended. So we talked and thought and made analysis and may be even concluded but all our talks and thoughts and analyses are like looking at it from above downwards, superficial and most of all, irrelevant. There's no credibility. So the only one to present an honest account of the situation is the one who caused it in the first place. But where's the credibility even in that? Why? Because there are benefits of everything. One may even wonder if you think (carefully not using "realizes") that the social media PR agencies might take it up as a case study. Why, a thought must've crossed your mind about the extent to which this would constructively affect your popularity. I'm not saying it is a play where the trick of any publicity is good publicity can be put to use or that you will now hammer the heated iron, because I know you and I know you won't. But I am hinting that any discussion on whether this would provide you with a bigger platform is redundant, because it would. And not for any reason but because you can handle the elevated status craftily enough. I am hinting that this is also a discussion of an entirely new way to generate pecuniary PR. I mean, @dharmeshG closed his account by mistake and when he came back he became what he is. What you have done might make the aforementioned act look like an A3 size poster in your college canteen. So if I happened to write a book about any depressing topic (like the one you read last), the best way to get myself published would be to join twitter, be funny for a month or two (not without a hint of packaged "issues"), write a suicide note, come back as a hero who fought post suicidal trauma, give a few interviews, articles in newspapers and BAM! Now wait for the publishers to pounce on me like hungry hounds. I exaggerate of course, but we cannot deny the fair possibility, yes, keeping in mind that all this is just too good to be true. So anyway, why would you want to kill yourself? "Being alone enough to not consider yourself a human enough to love is an issue" you say, and all I read is "I was bored". Is not being able to understand James Joyce an issue? Is failing to make your party good enough for my super sweet 16 an issue? Sure, boredom sucks. But this is not the age to be bored. This is not the time to be bored. There's a new wave out there. You know it more than I do. You're at the peak of this wave. Create your own fear and loathing, be unsure, be enraged, be eccentric, be stubborn, break someone's head, but seriously, do something. Don't let people write preachy letters like this one. You have it in you to ride the wave. Look, you even made "suicide" interesting.
