The doomsday of a person’s life does not come when everything is going well. It comes when everything keeps getting worse and worse, and a person can no longer see a way out.

If you observe carefully, the people who often become obsessed with death are usually old middle-class people and old poor people. Their backs hurt, their knees hurt, their hands ache. Every day their bodies betray them a little more. Their day-to-day life slowly becomes harder and more painful, and they no longer see things getting better.

That is when they begin saying things like:

You have heard people say these things.

This is a kind of passive wish for death. Call it passive suicide, call it resignation, call it whatever you want. I am not concerned with technical words. My point is simple: when this happens in old people, society considers it normal.

Some people say, “This generation is weak. Too soft.”

But if an entire generation is weak, then whose fault is that?

A generation does not fall from the sky. It does not grow from the ground like a tree. Every generation is raised by the one before it. So if the younger generation has become weak, who shaped them that way?

A young generation — strong, full of life, with decades ahead of them — is dying by suicide because they could not score the marks they hoped for, or because they could not achieve the goals they set within a certain time.

Very few people ask the real questions.

Instead, it is easier to say, “They were weak.” That sentence conveniently removes responsibility from everyone else. It allows people to wash their hands clean.

That is hypocrisy.

A real man or woman does not ignore suffering around them. Even if they are not personally affected, they stand up for those who are.

And if they cannot fight, the least they can do is raise their voice.

Like Vidura in the Mahabharata.

When Draupadi was being humiliated in the Kaurava court, Vidura had no power to stop it. He was not the king. He had no army. But he stood up. He raised both his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs that what was happening was wrong.

He spoke when others stayed silent.

Most people today are not even doing that. And some of them have far more power than Vidura ever had.

Question your government. Question your institutions. Question your society.

Stand against injustice, even in the smallest ways possible.

Because today the gun may not be pointed at you.

But remember this: you are also part of the same society.

And when the day finally comes that the gun is pointed at your head, do not fall to your knees and beg God for help.

Because God may ask you one simple question:

This piece is intentionally direct. Some truths are supposed to make people uncomfortable.