Living Corpse

I was in a mood to write something today at around 4:30 AM in the morning after I finished reading my usual paper. The desperation soon faded away with the indispensability to wake up early to go for day's work. Yet again, my eyes gazed upon the sight of a mentally retarded man tied to his limbs and body by ropes. He was yelling in vain, unable to express his anxiety leading him to pass every seconds as nightmares. Here I remember a famous quote that had made a remark on me-'A day, an hour of virtuous liberty is worth an eternity in bondage'. For the man, liberty would be a far cry, the thing he would probably receive on his final breath.

I sometimes question the age old traditions, beliefs and practices that have rooted our mentality. Here I remember the country-Switzerland which sometimes comes to the limelight for suicide tourism. Terminally ill persons, those leading a hellish life in despair and pain, waiting the death bell to strike their door, have the right to take their lives through the consent of their family here. Why cant other countries practice the same? It is worth dying than being a living dead. The person I am speaking of is burden not only for himself, but the traumatic life his family members might be undergoing in his care is unimaginable. There should be an instrument that allows the peaceful death of such ill-fated humans as per the wish of them or their families.

There have been many cases of people living their lives throughout in extreme pain. It is a torture for them or better say, a crime against humanity, the criminals being the lawmakers. I have heard many such people who want to escape from this cruelty of survival owing to their desperation to ease themselves out. Laws need to be enforced that allows the wilful death of such patients rather leaving them entangled among uncertainties, desolation and hopelessness.