Sucide

Ok people first of all sorry for the long delay. I had lost my password and the chowk wala`s wudnt mail me my new one! And then praise be to the heavens they finaly did on this holy eid day. And behold i am here to refute some comments :) keep u r fingers crossed
First of all this is not a sucide note..or a personal fantasy of some morbid nature or anything else close. Its just a eulogy of sorts for this ``friend`` of mine who commited sucide becasue she had cancer. None ever knew she had cancer. I didnt know her very well. But she was my batch-mate. Her close friends had no idea what was going on with her. She was very guarded. And following her demise things were very shaken up. Her friends were in distress...and i was somewhat dazed and shocked. So i decided to voice my thoughts in a poem.
This is not my youthfull sorry or cry for attention. Its a poem for a person a knew little and thats where it all ended.
Peace out.

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“Did we really want to shed our skins and be the one who really are at the moment? I don’t think so. Most of us still cherish those lives when we used to be young, restless and reckless.”

A Walk Into Humanity, a self published article by Niranjan Regmi, October 5, 2006

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[So full of unreal youthful sorrow, which does not last three days! ]

You miss those days, don`t you?!

read some good existentialist philosophy, read anything on life except some mullah`s tafsir....................

Kamil, If this is some kind of cry for help or attention, anybody`s advice to you would be...don`t do it, if u are even contemplating it. Everybody`s untimely end does not make ripples like James dean or Elvis and they, poor guys, only because the media loved they way they died. Have the courage to live on and make a difference.

Superficial teenybopper poem. You can do better kamil my friend. Listen to quality music and meditate on those mountains near the GIKI, that would definitely help a lot. Which engineering are you studying, by the way?

nice...reminds me of the metal bands I used to listen in my younger days

So full of unreal youthful sorrow, which does not last three days!