Wasn't it wrong on my parents' part to harbor a dream of their child becoming an IIT engineer when he had showed the least interest in it? Weren't they wrong in sending me to that nonsensical IIT tutorial which left me completely disillusioned with my studies? Weren't they wrong in their unwillingness to listen to what my heart had to say?
Weren't my teachers wrong in constantly nagging me about my shortcomings when they could have done in an affectionate way? Weren't they wrong in launching insults after insults in my direction in front of the entire class thereby allowing my classmates to have a nice laugh at my misery? Weren't they wrong in laughing at my questions instead of providing answers to them?
Weren't my friends wrong in displaying a smug look on their faces when I approached them with a difficulty? Weren't they wrong in not placing their hands over my shoulders during my times of distress?
Isn't this world wrong in not allowing children to be children? Unfortunately, none of the earthlings were able to answer my questions. So I come to you, God! I come to seek answers to my questions!
I felt a pat on my shoulder. "Hey, wake up! We've reached Thane", an old man whispered. I woke up with a start. I smiled at him and rose from my seat. My head felt numb. My vision was blurred. Stepping out of the train, I rubbed my eyes. And then I realized! I have reached Thane! I slept! But how? When? Why does it always happen with me? I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe that I had failed here as well. I shook my head in anger. And my head went numb again. A few moments later, out of nowhere, the answers appeared in my brain. Answers to the questions meant for God!
The answers made me hate myself all over again. But not for the failures that I had earned. Rather for the ridiculous act that I almost committed. While reading about Electricity in standard 8th, I had learnt that Thomas Edison failed twenty thousand times before he finally invented the bulb. If he had committed suicide after his first failure, like me, the world would probably still be living in darkness at night. In standard 7th, I had read that Rishi Valmiki had to face numerous taunts of the villagers upon his conversion from a dacoit into a saint. If he had ended his life due to this, the world would never have heard of The Mahabharata.