Sushant – Death of India – suicide or murder?

It’s 3:30 a.m. I'm awaken by what you can almost call a bad dream.

Regardless, I have to write this. Somebody has to.

I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about death of India – Sushant’s untimely-agonizing death.

It was a murder.

We failed him.

We failed ourselves. We failed in being humans.

I’m nobody if you judge from the perspective of fame. People barely know me.

Those who do, don’t care, unless they want or need me.

Sushant has 10.9 million+ followers on Instagram.

There are more than a crore people who care about him what he has to say. How wouldn’t they! Such a great actor he was. I’m almost upset for not being one of those while he was alive.

What was it that he couldn’t get on the tips of his finger?

He has got name, fame, and money.

Maa nahi thi uske pass. Literally.

(He had lost her mother long back in 2002.)

He said he wanted his mother to be alive, and to be a witness to her son’s success, and he would see pride in her eyes.

He had everything a young lad of today could dream of.

Little do we know what he had not had.

We don’t know behind the scenes.

What they don’t have. We can see their looks, luxurious life, attractive people – truth is they’re humuns, if anything.

Why can’t we see this?

We’ve been deceived so long by news, media, society, parents, relatives – you know these invisible groups – that success, career. It’s everything. That it's all what matters.

This success came at a cost. 

A cost we couldn't afford. 

In form of a great failure,

Where exactly did we get fail?

It can be as big as heartbreak in a great relationship to as little as not being able to talk to girls for guys & vice versa.

We are scared.

Scared of calling out on our deepest insecurities, scared of looked down on for not being perfect. Scared of being ridiculed on our weaker parts.

We are failing at listening.

We are failing at recognizing the value of the beautiful phenomenon, when someone chooses to be vulnerable with you. 

It means they trust you, they’re counting on you, and the last thing you want to do in that moment is to be lost in your own vanity, disregarding their vent.

The purpose of this post is to ask for a promise you must make. 

Not to me, but yourself.

It’s the time we should finally open our eyes, if the legend’s death is what it takes.

You would not bully or disregard someone when they choose to be vulnerable with you.

You would listen to them.

Because you never know when someone else’s life is in your hands.