Few days back I did a dangerous thing, I read a news story in a local newspaper. It was about a 27 years old guy who had committed suicide and convinced his whole family to join him in his so-called penance. He was working as a proof reader in a publishing house. He had one daughter from his marriage and was living with his wife in their small two BHK flat in the suburbs. His parents were also living with him and his father was suffering from some serious illness. So this other day, they all discussed over the dinner table that they all want to commit a ‘collective’ suicide. His father was not convinced initially but later he also supported cheerfully, his mother wanted to celebrate their last day in a grand way so she offered to cook everyone’s favorite dish and he wrote a mail to his boss, saying, that he won’t be able to come to work the next day as he is committing suicide. His wife was working as an English Teacher in a primary school, she also took a sick-leave and his 5 years old daughter was also excited about the whole celebration thing so she also didn’t go to her school. Then they discussed about how they all wanted to do it, which was a little mind-boggling an act since everyone wanted to die at the exact same second as the other. Father suggested that if they all take poison in the last ‘grand’ meal and sleep, then they will be able to die together but they dropped the idea when mother sternly rejected the idea of mixing anything in her last meal which might change the taste of it. Then they brainstormed a lot of other ideas including rope-hanging-death, wrist-vein-cutting-death, shoot-in-the-head-death but they finally settled on the let-us-all-burn-together-death. So the next day after having their last meal, they closed all the doors and windows tightly and turned the gas-knob of the kitchen-stove in the direction which allows the gas to come out and roam around everywhere. They all sat on the small sofa-set in the living room and he tied his father and mother with ropes before tying himself with his wife and his daughter. They sat in the same way as they used to sit to watch sloppy television shows. In one hour neighbours reported to the fire department that they could sense that something was on fire in the next door. After breaking-in, the fire squad saw a set of burned skeletons sitting on the sofa set in front of a burned television.
Neighbours only had good things to say about the family; some even considered them a blessed happy family as well.