The (untold) Story of Mrs (aunty) Tandon.

It’s been a long long while since I last thought of Mrs Tandon who always wore a saree and used her blouse as a pocket to keep her wallet.

It was raining when she died. Very few people were present at her funeral as I recall, I expected the whole town to turn in because she was such a social butterfly, but my mother many years later explained how she was a mad hatter and not much of what she spoke made sense to anyone (except a 7 year old me).

I remember her making perfect sense to me when she helped me buy a milk packet from the confectionery to feed a few stray puppies. I wasn’t allowed to bring home the puppies or Aunty Tondon, puppies were more cute though and I could easily sneak one in my school bag. Never thought I could smuggle a over 85kg lady in it! Estimation made sense even then.

She had the most loudest of laughs which could be heard as far as six blocks and one could easily spot the black tooth which looked like a witch from those Disney movies but wasn’t as well fixed and always threatened to fall as her belly wobbled from laughter!

She would tie her saree in a manner that could hardly be called graceful. But it was tied in an exceptionally convenient way to walk across the hill roads and climb stares without falling off. Half here bosom and more than half her wobbling stomach was always visible to the naked eye and I am not sure if I ever heard her complain about eve teasing even with that amount of skin exposed. It gave me the notation that it was okay to wear what you wear if it’s convenient and comfortable, society doesn’t mind that!

Today while I was walking home from the town market I crossed her house. It looked dilapidated, vacant and unhappy. It started raining as I stood there watching the building, waiting for Mrs Tandon to come out yelling at the cobwebs and cursing the gods for making her porch wet.


Lost than the usual lost. 

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Life felt a little heavier than the rest

I flipped the page of a book I wanted to read since eve,  but my mind was elsewhere submerged in unrest.

Decided to use technology as my escape, played a song here and sent a text there. My heart prompted from beneath the fancy rib cage that all of it is nothing but waste.  Continue reading “Lost than the usual lost. “

Virtuality taking Real Lives : Blue Whale Suicide Game.

We live in a real word surrounded by virtual environment. It’s the era of Facebook, What’s App, Instagram etc etc but it is also the era of major addictive virtual games. Be it COC better known as “clash of clans” or “candy crush”or “criminal case” the list goes on. As much as I hate seeing a generation ,who won’t have stories to tell as grandparents, wasting their life infront of screens I fear for them.

I fear for kids who are vulnerable enough to take their own life in order ṭo win a game. 

The Blue Whale is one such game. If you haven’t already heard about it let me give you a brief insight on what’s it all about. 

The Blue Whale is a virtual suicide game which was developed by a Russian psychology student who was explled from his college. This game accepts participants who want to end their life in a fun way. It majorly attracts students suffering from mental illness such as depression, anxiety etc. The game consists of 50 levels which are comprised of infliction of self harm. After completing each task the person is supposed to send a photograph of the self harm done. They play with the psychology of the human in such a way that ensures that a person does not back out. The last i.e the 50th level is when the gamer has to commit suicide. 

You might think that ‘so what there is such a game? It’s JUST a game after all.’ Well it’s not. 

Throughout Russia and China the game has taken almost 150 innocent lives. It has now spread it’s roots to India. Last week a 14 year old student from mumbai commited suicide and today I read on the paper’s that a student of 7th standard ,Indore tried commiting suicide by jumping of a three story building,but luckily was saved. Still think it’s just a game? 

I am a student of psychology and I am a sister, an aunt, a friend as well. I have a family and I have friends. My purpose of writing this blog is simple. I want to keep all those I love safe. I am sure you would want the same. 

So I talked to my psychology professors and asked that what could be the deriving force behind such a hideous task. To cover all that Information I’ll put forth the word “psychopath”. But what is more important is how can we tackle this situation? 

They told me that to start with TALK- TAKE NOTICE – COUNSULT. 

it’s three basic steps. Talk to the kids around you, ask them to speak. Ask them how their day was, what they did at school, listin to their childish problems. When you put efforts they know that you Care .

Take notice. If the person is too self occupied and you notice a divination in their behaviour don’t ignore it. If a person is behaving unusually or is too quite please keep all your work aside and ask what’s going on in their life.

Consult. If you realise that the situation is out of your hand or even if you do figure out that something somewhere is wrong don’t hesistate to take professional help. A trained psychologist Is your best option. 

Please spread the word and show you care. Stay safe. 
~Snowy Rahi


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