There are some things that fascinate me. Most of them are morbid. Like Snakes. And Death.
A couple of days back, K and I watched this documentary on TV. It was a movie called The Bridge and it was about people falling to their deaths from the Golden Gate bridge. Suicides. Watching person after person jump off the bridge, I couldn’t avert my eyes or stop watching it. Listening to a teenager talk about his close brush with death, it saddened me. It also raised questions.
What makes a person consider death as an alternative to the life they lead? I am not being judgmental here. I can imagine a couple of scenarios which might make me think death is better. I am curious to find out if people I know think of death in conscious terms. What would push them over the edge?
Reading Karthik Rajaram’s story a few weeks back I was grappling with the same questions. What does it take to prevent such needless fatalities? Is it a question of a support system in the form of family or friends? Is it some kind of mental illness that causes a person to willingly walk to their death? Or like everything else is it just a choice?
if you have watched this film, what are your thoughts on it?