Keep it aside.

Thirty five years after Dharmendra climbed on that water tank and screamed - "Soocide", it seems to have become the in thing these days. Farmers are doing it, models are doing it. Heck! Even little kids are doing it. I say, Angrez chale gaye, soocide chod gaye.

But then again, it's not such a modern fad I guess. Cleopatra did it with snakes, Romeo and Juliet chose poison and daggers. Virginia Woolf stuffed her pockets with stones and jumped into the river.

If only these dumb-ass idiots gave it another thought. Well, ok, the way the things are these days with the world - global warming, female infanticide, Himesh Reshammiya movies - no wonder one wants to exit before the final credits roll. But, hey, who are you to kill the bacteria in your guts before their time has arrived? Give a little thought to the little creatures that depend on you. Oh no wait! The bacteria just start eating you up when you die... so they are cool.

But there must be something worth living for you sad little fools! If not anything, live for the feel of raindrops on your face when you are caught in a cloud burst. Live for the irritating sound of crows cawing outside your window every morning (that's the closest thing to birdsong in Mumbai city). Live for the smell of the fresh morning air mingled with delicious exhaust fumes. Live for the high you get haggling with the taxi driver over charging you.

Oh what heck! Forget what I said. Just live ya.... don't kill yourself... you owe it to... well... yourself.