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A Better Path To Satisfaction

On a Sunday morning, a very famous Indian actor Sushant Singh Rajput committed suicide in his flat in Bandra, Mumbai. Although there was no suicide note, a lot of theories have emerged regarding his attempt to end his life. I am tired of a new theory coming every day and reading them does not bring us to any conclusion. But the main essence of every theory is, "Sushan Singh Rajpur was lonely and under depression."




Depression, a word that has taken a toll on a number of patients in the last decades. Except for the pockets of psychiatrists and hospital fund, depression is harmful. Loneliness and depression are often constituted together because of the relationship as the more lonely you are, the more you think and the more you get frustrated. During our evolution as human beings, we discovered that one man is easy prey, but 10 men are predators. This evolutionary process made us what we are today i.e. social animals. We are so social that the hardest punishment of all in prison is considered solitary imprisonment. I remember reading and account when Nelson Mandela protested to the prison authorities about not giving them full pants to wear, he was sentenced to two days of solitary confinement. A very dim bulb lighted in his cell with a window on the top through which sun would make him feel its presence. He recalls how difficult it is for a man to just be within himself for one single day without any source of positive energy. Two days felt like a week to him. An example of how social we are.



On one side we have done the materialistic development of our society. Buildings are taller than ever and products have flooded the market in every city of this country except maybe Bhutan. Remember my mention of Bhutan here though. But does it really makes sense to be happy with this development? Happiness comes from within. A very popular Buddhist and Hindu belief that you all must have heard once in a lifetime. The only contradiction to loneliness is happiness. Happiness comes from satisfaction. But, satisfaction has changed its meaning over the years in our society. For you, satisfaction might be earning a lot of money but keeping this attitude towards satisfaction disturbs the peace of mind. So can we conclude that peace of mind is the power source for satisfaction?


Peace of mind can easily be disturbed by anyone. Friends and family being a few of the factors. Is there a way to maintain this peace of mind? The balance of our peace of mind is disturbed by two things. Negativity and Fear. What happened to Sushant Singh Rajput is yet to be found. But the main reason that I believe is the negativity that people create. There are a lot of bad things going on at every place like Bollywood, but there are a lot and a lot of good things going on there too. But the competitive environment in which we live today isolates every one of us at many points of our life. This fear contradicts friendship and the brain says "NO!" to such feelings. This competitive fear brings jealousy in each one of us, jealousy gives birth to distrust, distrust brings frustration and frustration leads to loneliness which ultimately leads to suicidal thoughts. This post is not about Sushant but decoding the manner in which we find satisfaction today. The self-centred attitude of many people leads to destruction like in Bollywood. If a producer is so self-centred that he thinks he is the mafia in the game, it brings destruction.


This post is not about suicide and definitely not about negativity. This post is just about happiness and finding the meaning of it through many readings and books. As I said, remember the account of Bhutan at the beginning? It is the happiest country on earth. Maybe because it lacks infrastructure and development and just focusses on personal development. Loneliness is very common today. But it disappears when we are happy. At last, I just can say that loneliness is not the creation of our environment, but the creation of our own mental attitude. 


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Harish Rajora

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  1. Thanks for this helpful article, certainly, our mind can be our worst enemy, or our greatest ally

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