Loser’s Revolt

Thirty years ago today my brother (who was only 14) decided to send a message to his teacher he could never forget. He hanged himself to death. Could he teach his teacher the lesson he wanted to teach? His brother reports from home (This story was first published at yentha.com 4 years ago).

The run-up to a revolt

There were signs all over the home. On the rose plant you did not water for a whole week, on the crumbled papers in the wastebasket in your room, on the suddeyellow_rose_wilting_by_ashengrayskies-d5elwr2n hug you gave your ten-year-old brother who suspected another ruse to cheat him in a game, on the long watery gazes you had on the empty walls and the low burning fire in our gas stove, on the sudden magnanimity of gifting your text books to your friend…

Only we, lousy players – too blind to see a pattern emerging in those incoherent acts – picked up a few broken shards of a heart and wondered what.

We couldn’t read death in your pathetic smiles and watery eyes.

The revolt

 “You must give my guitar to Deepthy (our cousin), my cycle to Bapu(another cousin). Give my brother a good tuition…He (referring to this reporter) will study and one day make you all proud. ” You wrote us a long note with trembling fingers.

“So, that’s it,” you signed off.

In the death note we found in in your pocket we learned you were not exactly alone in your last act. Two of your friends should have accompanied you. At the same time. From their respective homes. Three deaths! What sensation they could create, you thought. The teacher who hurt you could feel pathetic.

Well, if you are listening brother, you went alone into the ring of fire that evening. Almost like Abhimanyu.

This is what happened.

259609_10150223989596170_8285696_oYour friends pulled themselves out of the pact at the last moment because they thought they should wait until the next morning. There were no mobile phones back then. So the decided-to-live could not in any way reach out to the decided-to-die to announce their last decision. Instead the boys stayed in their bedrooms that evening, tapping their fingers nervously on the headstand of their beds, waiting anxiously for the bad news to arrive from across a dark city.

But what difference did it make! For my bro, he did not die alone. He died with the image of three deaths creating uproar.

After the revolt

01-melancholy-forestYou were all rebelling against a teacher who failed you in Model exam out of spite. You thought death would speak for you. Perhaps a little louder than life. You expected that your schoolmates would burst out in revolt seeing your dead body.

Nothing happened.

Your friends came here, formed a long line, cried their part and went back to their homes. One thing, I forgot… they demanded a holiday. And were given.

Brother, you showed some magnanimity in not mentioning the teacher’s name in your suicide note. That came handy for the management. He taught the boys for another five years before he retired. Memories fade.

Your compatriots.

One is happily settled in the UK. The other whom I met some years ago has got a beautiful wife and a good job. You should see how handsome his son is (almost your age when you decided to leave the world along with his father). I found it hard to help your friend remember you, his compatriot in a tryst you all made on a cloudy evening many Februarys ago. When he remembered he almost burst out into a stupid laughter, then he corrected himself.

Between that cold January and sweltering March, only we suffered the loss — your mother, father and brother who were all kept in the dark about a pact – a pact that dimly gleamed in the rose plant that was not watered, in the crumbled papers in the waste bin, the sudden hugs you gave me, the long watery gazes, the magnanimity of giving away text books…

The consequence

Some years ago a student came and showed me a wrist with half-healed gashes. “Why did you do it?” She told me that her father is in prison. And her mother vintage_melancholy_summer_by_retneadoesn’t trust the good-looking girl for reasons beyond logic. “I am going through hell, sir. My mother thinks that everyone is after me.” When she couldn’t stand the tantrums her mother threw, she decided to teach her mother a lesson.

Lesson! I thought about you then. You and your lesson you wanted to give.

Brother. Even though both of you sing the hosannas of death as a generous host, a wide sea separates you from my student. She has time to think and can still wade back to life through prayers and also with the help of her friends and teachers.

Can you brother?

You wouldn’t believe how the world has changed since you have gone. Very few have time to think about your loss these days.

You didn’t create a revolt; you didn’t make a point; you didn’t upset the people you wanted to; you didn’t teach any lesson; you didn’t upturn even a single leaf by your death. Even we had learned to live dodging the shards of your memories.

You died on Feb. 2, 1984. Period.

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6 Responses to Loser’s Revolt

  1. Manu, Your words were a mixture of emotions more focused on your views stating what Sibi had done is just stupidity.i agree with you and I am sure any one with an intention of ending his life would have a rethinking if they happened to read this. As you said Sibi couldn’t make any change ain’t sure whether he looked forward for a change. You ignored the mental and emotional torture Sibi had gone through at that tender age. What is known to friends like me and Baiju is a different story and I never knew he did so to revenge against a teacher in his school. Sibi is often in my thoughts. Wish his soul rest in peace.

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    • Jacob, it is a great relief talking to my bro’s friends after such a long period. I hold the view that every suicide is a successful act of stupidity but that doesn’t mean in any sense that my brother was the only stupid person out there on earth. Every man at some point of time might have dallied with the thought of death because of this intense pressure of rising up to other’s expectations. My article was addressed to the weak-hearted among us; it reaches out to those persons who think there is no other way but this. The greatest loser is the one who puts an end to his life. Life is the greatest gift we got, right? Jacob, had I tried to fuse those sentimental details into the text of my message -which of course play a very important role – my story would have lost half its appeal and strength. I want my story to be as cold and sharp as an ice pick that breaks into hearts. Only that way I can make at least make a few of my readers and my students rethink before they do something foolish. Of course I can understand the mental and emotional turmoil he had undergone during those days. But still he should have waited for yet another day; his friends waited; only he. And I never said it was revenge against his teacher. But poor boy, my bro was immensely hurt by the cold attitude of his teacher; he tried to mend the broken relationship in earnest. This is the only story I know. This is the only story we were told. That teacher is no more now. His classmates are reluctant to cross my path. Between the lines I read a different story about him that you and Baiju know. Can you please share it with me through a message? Please, Jacob. I am so curious to know.

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  3. Reality is always more cruel and harsh than death. Yes, suicide is a stupidity.

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  4. Manu sir,………………………………. .

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  5. sir,
    i don’t even know that you have a brother until i read it but one thing i must say that he was right.. …………and we all are proud of you sir .we proudly say that we are students of you You are such an amazing ever loving teacher because even in your pain you share your experience and taught the most important lesson in our life.You are right sir, life is the best gift…….and once more you are such a wonderful teacher

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