The Full Story of Bollywood actor Sushant Singh Rajput commits suicide - KT EDITZ

1.Bollywood actor Sushant Singh Rajput commits suicide

🗓 14.06.2020, 3PM Mumbai: Bollywood actor Sushant Singh Rajput has reportedly committed suicide.  He is reported to have committed suicide at his residence in Bandra, Mumbai. He is said to have committed suicide by hanging himself.  Sushant, who came to the Bollywood film from the TV serial 4 and was quite successful, was only 37 years old. He was last seen in 2014 in the film 'Chhichore'.  In it, he co-starred with Shraddha Kapoor.  In the coming days, viewers would get to see him in Mukesh Chabra's film 'Dil Bechara'. 'Kishe Desh Mein Me Mera Dil' is his first television series.  It lasted from 2009 to 2009.  However, he became popular on television from the "Holy Road" series.  His first film was 'Kai Po Che!'

2.Suicide plan
The Full Story of Bollywood actor Sushant Singh Rajput commits suicide 

✍️ Dr. Subash ch rout

My life was very active and smooth.  Didn't depend on anyone.  Every day I trade in the market myself, I go to buy fish meat, I bring all the necessities of the house myself.  I used to go to their office with insurance premiums, municipal fees, etc.  It's my job to keep everything in the house in place.  I also clean the walls and ceilings.  I understood communication with friends, good and bad.  I was dieting as much as I could.  Goes to the office on time and returns on time.  The world went on happily without interruption.  But one morning, everything changed.

 When I woke up that morning, I had a severe pain in my hips.  He slept well at night and slept well.  It was very difficult to get up or walk in the morning.  I don't understand why this happened.  No fever, no injuries.  I didn't lift any heavy objects.  It was a big surprise.  I thought, yes, it's getting old, there must be something wrong.  I took the medication but to no avail.

 Day after day, month after month.  The daily routine changed.  Couldn't get out of the house.  As time went on, my legs and feet became numb.  It looks like a thorn in the side when standing or walking.  Turning the slippers up and down, no thorns were found.  My waist was relieved by taking the medication, but I couldn't sleep at night.  As I lay in bed, I felt as if my two feet were in an oven.  Touching your feet and legs makes it impossible.  But after two hundred yards, I suddenly felt like my ankle was locked.  Couldn't move anymore.  Day by day that pain slowly rose from his feet.  He cannot be described in pain.  Despite taking all kinds of medications, including medical, homeopathic and Kabiraji, Unani, nothing has been resolved.

 MRI  Examination revealed that I had spinal stenosis.  In this disease, the inner part of the spine is reduced, so that the nerves and tendons in it are squeezed, causing pain and inflammation.  The only drug that works is Prigabalin.  "It's not good for medicine, it's better for surgery."  But surgery was also not possible for my disease, the doctor refused.  "Your disease has progressed beyond the surgical stage."  You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people.  Worst of all, there are a number of side effects that can be fatal, and I've seen them on the net.  Every part of the body can be affected and destroyed.  Knowing this, the grinder blade inside my head seemed to rotate.  I lost consciousness.

 I wondered what to do!  I can't go anywhere, I can't sit for long, my legs get cold and I feel cold, and I sleep a lot.  Then what can I do?  There was also pain in the lower abdomen.  What a life to eat and drink empty!  Day or night - I lost sleep.  I thought, "Maybe then I'll have paralysis all over my body."  I knew in that look that death was slowly approaching me.  I'm in a hurry to take me.  The sudden death did not frighten him.  When you die, you end all pain.  But fear of death is even more terrifying than death.  I started losing weight.  The hunger is gone.  I didn't want to hear what anyone was saying.  The power of thought is lost.  Three years have passed since then.  Patience is over.

 Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally, I thought,' How can I live such a difficult life?  How long can it be possible!  It is better to die than to die. '  The new problem is, how do I commit suicide?  I would hang myself with a rope around my neck or sleep in front of a train or eat poison!  Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first.  I thought, all the roads are hard, except for one - that is sleeping pills.  If you take that medicine, you will fall asleep.  Nothing will be difficult.  I remembered Thakur and said, “Lord, my last time has come.  I came out to you.  I'm going to commit suicide, I'm sorry.  Death is certain to be born on this earth.  Why so scared! ”  Deciding to bring sleeping pills, I went to bed that night.

 The next day I went to the drugstore in the auto and bought ten big sleeping pills.  Usually, one of the small pills I get is sleep deprivation.  Eating 10 pills will be 90 times more effective and I will definitely die.  I brought the pill and returned home in peace.

 The next morning, however, a strange new dream came to my mind.  I thought I was going to die.  If I don't die for some reason, my family will take me to the hospital.  All medications, saline, and injections have to be taken there.  That would make it even harder.  If he survives, the police will come and commit suicide.  He is another problem.  I have to go to jail.  Even if he dies, the police will come.  Has anyone committed suicide?  It will be difficult to find out why.  Everyone in the house has to go to the police station.  Whoever poisoned it will have an encounter.  Everyone knows what's going on at the police station.  Why should my relatives suffer and punish me without guilt?  How selfish I am!  I must be a sinner if others are punished for me.  So many miles to kill, so many miles to kill.  Suddenly the brain became empty.  I thought, "I can't die here."  I will flee to another place and die there.  No one will find me, and my dead body will be lost or destroyed in this great world.  I made this decision for the last time.

 It was at this point that I received an invitation to go to Cape Town, South Africa.  There is going to be an international conference.  I was happy to see it, I was scared.  The reason for the fear is whether or not I can fly for so long!  It will be difficult on foot.  What do I do if I have a hard time?  In the economy class, there is no sleep.  Stay away from sleeping, you don’t even have the convenience of sitting lightly with your legs and arms slightly folded.  Then I was happy.  However, God listened to me.  I will commit suicide in that Cape Town.  At the time of death, no identifiers were found on the body or clothing.  I will wear foreign clothes without Indian clothes, such as Chinese or Nepali clothes.  Who would recognize Sina if there were any clues?  If the police find my body, they will bury it as an unknown body.  Sinai is thought to have survived an earlier attempt to oust him following Mr Jiang's intervention.  There he will not be afraid.  The people of the house will at least not come under suspicion or be harassed.  It was good.  I didn't tell anyone at home.  I quietly left to go there.

 The night before I left, everyone got out of bed and woke up.  The darkness of the night covers the earth.  I turned on the light and looked at everyone in the house.  Tears well up in her eyes.  The last time I saw my wife was in my mind.  I thought to myself, "I'm leaving, darling, and I'm not going to be born again."  You won't have any special problems after I leave.  She has a son and a son.  He will take care of you.  No more pain.  He will forgive you if you do something unintentionally. "  I bowed to everyone in the house.  Koh rose from her chest.  I went into the bathroom.

 After arriving by plane from Bhubaneswar via Delhi and Dubai 24 and a half hours later, we arrived at the Cape Town headquarters at Cape Town Sun Hotel at around 12.30pm (3.30pm local time).  After checking in at the hotel, we headed outside.  It was 9 o'clock in the morning, but people were coming and going on the streets.  The dining room at the hotel we stayed in was closed.  So we searched for hotels outside.  After walking about a mile and a half, we saw an Ethiopian hotel.  There was nothing but that Ethiopian meal, so I was not hungry at all, but two other people at my table were full.  After eating, we returned to the hotel.  I was alone in my room.  It was two-thirty at night when I finished washing the bathroom and rolled into bed.  So 31 hours later I fell asleep in bed.  When I ate breakfast at seven in the morning, I remembered that I had forgotten to take medication at night.  How hard it was at night!  Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly.

 I didn't have any pain when I ate breakfast.  Then I walked to the conference hall.  The meeting was always open from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., except for lunch.  I remembered taking the medicine while sleeping at night.  Surprisingly, I had no pain in my leg.  I clapped my hands.  It's not hot at all.  Neither jimmy nor hot.  He was tired all day.  I fell asleep and fell asleep.  Five days have passed since then.  During those five days, no medication was needed.  It's time to dump her and move on.  I sat down the last day and thought, "Maybe God made me better."  It doesn't matter.  Why would I commit suicide!  I breathed a sigh of relief.  I thought, "Three years later, the Lord delivered me from the sea of ​​sorrow."  I was filled with gratitude.

 On the way back, we had to wait a long time for the next flight to Dubai or Delhi.  I didn't have a problem there either.  I pulled my own luggage myself, which was not possible by the time I left.  I looked like I was ten years old.  I arrived in Bhubaneswar happily at 11 pm without any problems.  When I got home, I hugged everyone.  My death was averted.  The mood was cheerful.

 The next morning, I sat on the bench and read the newspaper on the table.  But what the heck!  That thunderstorm began to return.  This time the frustration was over.  After nine days of peace, that old grief returned to my lap.  Tears welled up in her eyes.  Everyone at home asked, "How are you doing today?"  After sitting in silence for a while, I replied, "It's hard to be my constant companion."  Where will he leave me? ”  Once again, the drug began to be ingested.  Even if you take the medicine, the pain is not completely gone.  At least 20% is always there.  Ten days passed like this.

 One day I sat down and thought, why did this happen?  I was absolutely fine in Cape Town, but when I got home I started all over again!  I began to analyze.  It's hard to sit on the bench at home, but sitting there for seven hours in the meeting was nothing.  Because what could happen?  Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly at the conference.  I never thought of it that way.  That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there.  No one is talking to me.  Who is busy with their work.  I also felt like Thai was alone in the crowd.  In my unconscious mind, I was an abandoned man.  No one at home said good morning or good night.  How are you, don't ask.  They only come to pay their bills.

 We have a certain feeling for others.  One of the ideas is, 'Let the old man eat the gourd.'  They have already lived his life.  What’s more! ’No one has ever shown more affection for each other than eating.  Do not give comfort in times of distress.  In addition, connection is more important than personal communication.  It is very important to share in the joys and sorrows.  No one has ever been aware of their duty to other members of the family.  The only part I didn't enjoy was the weeding and cultivating.  Where does happiness come from?

 I finally came to the conclusion that the real disease I had was healing for a long time.  Or how well did I do in Cape Town?  The neglect at home could not be tolerated by the subconscious mind.  My illness continues because of the stress of the mind.  The pain that is now sealing my brain is not in my body.  "It simply came to our notice then.  She will no longer take medication.  So I decided to leave Prigabalin and take some medication to relieve my stress and anxiety.  Something went wrong for seven or eight days.  Then there was no more pain.  Then I didn't even take the medicine I was taking.  Gradually all the hardships were relieved.  Maybe God thought, 'I sent the world, I'll bring it.  Who are you to go one step ahead of me and commit suicide. '  I thank God again for his generosity and love.

 (It often appears that the same kind of pain persists even after the painful 'foot cancer' operation.) That's why I wrote the true story of this life to share my experience.  I believe that it can be better, and in that case I think my writing efforts were worth it.)

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