It is not. It is romantic, tragically romantic. This son of Pakistan's deed should be celebrated, we should be proud of not just him and his deed but also the fact that this soil, against all that is going on, is still fertile enoug to produce men and women like him; people of true character.
This was not just some foolhardy kid who thought of death as some glorious objective, oblivious of how precious life was or with any grandiose notions that he could take these bastards on and win. Nor was he a soldier who knew well what possibilities and duties lay before him. He instead was a professor, who woke up that morning planning on a mundane day of giving lectures. Yet his devotion to his country, countrymen and students was such that he carried a gun (the furthest thing that is on an academic's mind), hoping never to use it but prepared for the remotest of possibilities if he must. He was a well educated, wise and intelligent man, with years of backbreaking hard work and tons that he had achieved behind him. And now when it was his time, when all that work was to come to fruition, the day came for which he had prepared on just a fleeting thought. But that day did not find him wanting, it most certainly did not! He laid all those years that had passed and were to come, all that hard work, all those hopes and aspirations, of his own and his family, smack in the middle of the table. He laid them there knowing fully well how the hand was going to play out for him. And he didn't flinch, he didn't step away when he was well within his rights to escape with his students. He stood fast, took aim, pulled the trigger and gifted his life away.
It is true that we have lost one of the most valuable gems that a country can have; an academic, a patriot, a man aware of what his country demanded from him. But his trade might yet be profitable if his act shames the remaining of us just enough to fix our ways and inspires us just enough to do a fraction of what he did for his country and countrymen. So do not be sad or depressed, be ashamed, feel inadequate for one single man showed all 180 million of us how dishonourable we are. Woe unto us, we are all indebted to him.
May the country have countless more like him and may they never need to do what he did.