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And what do you believe in?

I watched Guzaarish today - for free - but that's another story. What I need to blog about is the stupidity of the movie. Actually the stupidity extends far beyond the movie. I have never understood the plea for euthanasia and the idea of suicide (and yes from the perspective of this argument they fall under the same category).

I get that you want to escape your current situation and I am no one to judge the extremity of your life. However the moment you decide to chose death instead I can't help but question your sanity. 

So you are obviously at the end of hope, don't see any miracle changing whatever it is that you are running from. But, you still have hope enough to believe that death is actually less painful and perhaps better! You go ahead, hurt the few people that probably actually care for you, and for what? For a mere possibility that the after life is after all slightly better. Unlike others, I don't think you are cowardly, I think you are completely foolhardy.

But who am I to judge your belief? After all there are a thousand such idiosyncrasies around. And if there's no law prohibiting you from following religion then perhaps there should be no law to prevent euthanasia or suicide. In the land of the crazy, you too should get to chose your own ridiculous belief.

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  1. Anonymous20 November 2010 at 10:31

    I think you should first be in his/her shoes before commenting on the insanity of the person..no one ever wants to lose the most precious gift they have ever got..their life..but there are situations when a person is forced to reconsider..whether he wants to continue suffering or just put an end to the suffering..sometimes its better to put an end to it rather than living for a miracle to happen..

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  2. Unknown20 November 2010 at 11:35

    I understand. However, whats the guarantee that death would end the suffering? Who is to say that death doesn't involve worse suffering?

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  3. Anonymous20 November 2010 at 15:37

    Comedian Rodney Dangerfield said, "What's the hurry to commit suicide. You can always do it later." IMHO, the most convincing approach to saying: hey, give life another chance... and another. Mosht shinshereley - The Other Anonymous

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  4. Anonymous20 November 2010 at 21:22

    Good one,AS!!....whats the hurry...you can always do it later :-)...good one!.... DB

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  5. Vignesh Anand21 November 2010 at 01:52

    Let me tell you something...Would you expect any guy who WANTS to live, voluntarily jump off the 80th floor?

    Assuming that "in your sanity" you say, "NO"...

    Let me tell you that at least a dozen people jumped off floors between 50 to 90 of the World Trade Center and fell headfirst(and heck, they died)...They did that cuz the fire in the building pushed them to do so....

    My point: Unless you are in a few situations, you may/will not understand what you will end up doing...

    99% disagreement with this post...

    1% cuz I know the movie is shit...

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  6. Unknown22 November 2010 at 00:06

    Just one question, Zoya, 'the few people who care about them', aren't they being selfish too by wanting that person to live? They can't imagine their own lives without that person and hence want to hold on for as long as they can, but noone can ever know what that individual is going through. Some things like these, I think are better left to no judgement and no generalization. None of us know how painful death really is, so I guess one chooses the unkown evil/ pain over the known one, the one he/she's facing.

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  7. Zoya Brar22 November 2010 at 12:57

    Vig, I see your point. But what I don't understand is the sane people that fight for euthanasia. Also those at the WTC were only choosing less painful death not death over life.

    Riddhi, choosing the unknown death over the known pain of life is exactly what I don't understand... Atleast u know what you have to face if u stay alive. With death there is no knowing at all!!! And I agree about the selfishness... But then we are all instinctively selfish in any case...

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  8. Shady25 November 2010 at 10:04

    We would never really know .. unless we experience it .. would we???

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  9. Zoya Brar25 November 2010 at 11:37

    I am not sure I want to know in that case...

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  10. Unknown26 November 2010 at 10:29

    Each to his own Zoya, that's all I say. You can't make that decision for someone else. if they prefer the unknown, then so be it.

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  11. Zoya Brar26 November 2010 at 22:06

    Yes... Each to his own. In any case, I too have my own ridiculous beliefs!

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  12. Anonymous21 December 2010 at 03:01

    sitting comfy in our rooms, we are here talking about death.. and ppl who chose it over life!
    tell u what, unless ur cornered.... it'll always be about what is right or wrong.....!!

    zoom out a little, try n see whats going on around u, and not only WITH u.....

    it is easy to choose between life n death... tell me how easy would it be if u had no choice!?

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  13. Anonymous3 August 2011 at 18:45

    It's not a choice between life and death after all, rather one between a dead life and a death that may have some life in it...


    A496

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