Diary of a Murderer

A strong sense of anger overtook my personality six months back, when i be a participant in the road rage accident. It was not my fault completely, but i could have avoided that. Force from the back was so strong that my car rammed into the footpath crushing a life.

Accident it was, and was recorded so in the police files. I was allowed to go home after a few introspecting questions. “Clean” the order said. But clean, i was not. My soul had a dent. Screams of dying and blood throwing bruises left a major injury to my psychological self.

Depression Victim , Depression , Negative Thoughts

I felt like dying. started to hate my self. For a moment my body was numb, not able to recollect where i am. Tears rolled out of my eyes at regular intervals and mom was constantly consoling me that it was not my fault.

How the hunger goes away. How can one live without water. Well, i realised all that in that one month.Once i was on the rooftop, but the senses were missing. “It will only be a injury with fracture if i fall from the 4th floor of the building that i was living at” I said t myself..

Mobile was switched off most of the time. Lying on my bed i stare at nothingness. Fan in its full speed forms a beautiful design, with a translucent circular motions. Its working, the fan that is, but no console. I wouldn’t have mind had i been laid on hot sand as it stopped creating any feeling in me.

I had broken a egg from the nest. I felt like a murderer. I was responsible for everything that was happening. Emptiness had overtaken the senses. Constantly looking upwards in one direction as if waiting for some one to come and tell me, that i was not the one responsible. It was all about fate, and i was just a victim of circumstances.

No body came to console. I slept at what time in night, no body knows. But the red eyes were witness enough to vouch that it was a sleepless night.

Note: Accidents are not always at somebody’s fault. That why they are called accidents and not murder. I was victimized by acute depression after that incidence, and thankfully my parents took me to psychiatrist at the right time. 3 months i had to spend in the Depression Treatment Centre. I am still on medicines, but far more relaxed. Thoughts of suicide did come to my mind, i can not deny that. But support from family and friends helps. We need to identify symptoms of depression and then look at it as any other normal illness. So that it could be treated in time and patient could be relieved of the mental trauma and pain.

The Life Style You Ordered Is Out Of Stock

 

Doesn’t it happens so many times?

You are upset for not getting some thing you want?

or You frustrated with the way life has been treating you.

Employers are not happy with there staff’s involvement levels, Employees feel torturer with the unreal targets set by the managements. Wife are not impressed by their husbands any more and husbands look for options otherwise. Kids are not happy with the stuff they get, parents are not happy with their kids demands.

Where lay the problem. Is it that god has given a perfect life to every one but you. Or just that you want that little more out of your life, but just not able to get it. Lets see the math of it:

you were that little angel baby, which just came out of your mother’s cushion, eyes sparkling. You wanted to talk and understand what they are trying to say. Grown up a little, you see more friends, more relatives. Now the home was a small place, you needed to visit neighbors. Once you went out to a walk outside your society, with you dad, and now you want to go there more often. A by-cycle would be perfect, you told your mom. Riding your bike, you saw that pretty girl next block. “A CAR,  you said , “i can’t date on a bike”. Wish Granted, and its a car. Soon you wanted to visit places, drink more beer and win more stuff. Girlfriend’s cosmetic is really expensive. Money is a constraint, even though you have got a good job. Next day your girlfriend says, she wants to get married and get settled. You say Yes, even though you wanted some more time to think. Now you need a house to live, a car to drive and some handy cash for household chores. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle is not easy. Few month later, you are been told that she is expecting and you would be a dad, and you would think, wow,, i am going to be a DAD, though somewhere in the little corner you will think, “I am so dead”

 

We blame God, for not giving us the life we want… We blame him to be less kind or less caring.  Well… He didn’t promise us anything, when he first deport us to this earth. We created out own dreams and then our own needs.

Try to find the word repeated most number of times, in this post, and it will be your answer as to who is responsible for your mismanaged lifestyle…. 🙂

 

Well, the Word is “YOU”

 

and it is repeated…

35 times….

🙂