Suicide Note

Just a random thought to write a suicide note cum will who knows what mite happen next .more things will be added as they come to my mind before i die or go insane

To Who ever it may concern (read whoever may find me dead for who is concerned for just another death),
    Guess seems like i chose a bad time to say goodbye but nevertheless better late than never. Seems like i decided to cut down Pakistan’s population by one person but who knows how many are born each second. You just found me dead! woah! but if you are reading this i am probably long gone embarked on a new adventure. Wish me Luck. As far as my death goes, hmm well if you are anyone who is related to me through blood, guess you won’t have to miss me at parties anymore (asi if u did). ok lets cut the crap. Whoever reads this letter i have a few requests to make of few things i would require of you to do.

• No mourning for less/more than 3 days. i dont want the chehlum or barsi or things like that. For God’s sake why would i want people to be sad while remembering me on certain days
• which brings me to my second point that i think i have bridged enough gap from you all in terms of my relationship with you that after my death i am sure you wouldnt be sad and miss me or putting it in blunt termsyou wouldnt come even to shit on ma grave
• Donate my eyes, atleast someone could see the world the way he would want to not as he is made to
• Burn all my drawings, sketches and all my work plus my pictures
• Donate my school textbooks and give my novels to Sara she asked for them
• My music collection to Sara mahmood , Sameer and M.Ali Yousuf (three of the few imp people who made life a bit worthwhile)
• Sara Mehmood and M.Ali Yousuf jus wanted to tell u that u guys were one of the few best things that happened to me at ivs. 
• Of my death DO NOT i repeat DO NOT tell anyone not even whom you guys consider or see as my closest friends which includes Sameer Sacib etc. Though eventually they will come to know of it so i want them to be informed of my death after a month i have deceased for the later you tell the less the impact is for i thats what i have seen in them and then after just a few minute visit they can go to their own worlds far removed of my existence and smoke up the nite

Why did i die? well thats one question i had been finding answer to all my life. even i don’t know the answer. Maybe it was the frustration from this finicky world? or was it silent storm within me which became the cause of me killing myself? or was it the constant pressure? Or was it my own depression from things i wouldnt want to mention here and cause embarassment for those certain people? but then again its a secret as to why i died a secret best defined in line ‘ its for me to know and you to find out’

Cheesy …i know

‘Yours, NOT ANY MORE

Owais

 

P.S. Trust me you now have one less person to worry about (if i was important i.e.)

Suicide

People usually ask me why do i keep saying ’suicides are always handsome’…had they pondered upon it, never the need of such question would arise…well suicides are handsome for once people remember such people as long as they encounter death in their lives…people say suicides are the route for the weak well no one is weak enough to shoot himself weak are those who jus try to shoot themselves and have the bullet whizz in front of their eyes and say they missed it. As one of my gud friend raised a question at his blog that death ends all the problems so isnt death justified then? i think to some extent it pretty much is…those who perform suicide are not weak they are just simply underdogs of life whom the life never valued..they are not aftraid of failure, they are frustrated at not succeeding…coz no one is really afraid of failures had they been there wud have been a million deaths everyday…these people slowly and gradually become nothing but an empty, hollow wall and when that wall collapses, a million different people attached to that person lie under its debri for the rest of their lives and at some point cursing themselves for the fall though the fault is not theirs yet they are the reason.  Death is just a way to escape from the world which we never wanted to enter and when we did we expressed our displeasure by crying its jus that rather than waiting we want to cross that way on our own and decide on our own when we want to but in the end no matter who you are and what you do you can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.

Death

We spend our whole life trying to stop death. Eating, inventing, loving, praying, fighting, killing. But what do we really know about death? Just that nobody comes back. Then there comes a point – a moment – in life when your mind outlives its desires, its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams, and when your losses… Maybe death is a gift. A gift just waiting to be opened by the impatient us children and not even knowing what lies next, or is it a merely a feeling which elevates you to the higher level of conciousness and spirituality,or is it as they say to great minds Death is nothing but the next great adventure, who knows i don’t never been dead though would love to seek that adventure or rip apart that giftbox and many don’t even hesitate to do so. and that is where the concept of Suicides come in. i say suicides are always handsome for they are afresh in people’s mind whenever they encounter a death esp. suicidal death. but its something i wouldnt do because i think too much for the people around and how my death will affect them and definetly don’t want them to suffer because of me and anywayz i am not suicidal so dont worry. Death is nothing but a promise made to each of us at birth. But before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us. Whether it is the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family, or the anguish of great loss, we all hope to experience something that make our lives meaningful. But the sad fact is, not all lives have meaning. Some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines waiting for something to happen to them, before it’s too late. And nothing does happen. They come and go and no one is affected but then again who knows for i tend to believe every life has a meaning a purpose to be created and be in this world, and everyday of our meagre lives we are nothing but struggling, struggling through the day to find the meaning and purpose of our existence, but the day that purpose is known people will tend to run away from it because who would want to die yet they want to fulfil their purpose its a situation like everyone wants to go to heaven but no one wants to die…Silly People! seems like haven’t wantched Anand where Rajesh khanna says ‘Babu moshai! Zindagi aur maut uper wale ke haath hai jahanpana, jise na aap badal sakte hain na main. Hum sab to rangmanch ki katputlia haim jiski dor uperwale ke haat bandhi hai. Kab Kaun Kaise uthega yeh koi nahi janta’ which translates as shakespeare’s famous quote with a twist that ‘Life and death is at the hands of the Almighty. we all are mere puppets to his hands and no one knows when he is pulled up’