To Fight A Good Fight.

For thirteen years of my life

Every morning, afternoon and evening

I was taught to fight the good fight and to do what is right Continue reading “To Fight A Good Fight.”


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


Writing the (soon to be) forgotten art !

I was walking down hill as the monsoon rain came to a brief halt. It had been raining cats and dogs throughout for the past 24 hours and as some people find the idea of rain falling romantic , I pretty much loath it.

But rains are not my topic for this blog post. As I was walking I started thinking about the long written letters that my uncle used to write to my grandfather when the latter used to be away for work. I, for one, am a sucker for hand written letters on parchment papers that are old and coffee brown and brittle, all ready to break because they have overgrown their age to tear apart. It’s that ink that stains them which is worth a million smiles and million memories that are re lived as you read the calligraphy done by it. 

How will it feel when the online Facebook posts and these blog posts is all we will get to read from? I wonder if the jokes relating a person with a bad hand writing still be related to a doctor or the myth of hand writing depicting the characteristic of a person still be valid. 

Remember that rush of adralin when for the first time we were upgraded from a pencil to a pen ! Wow we felt all grown up. Using that fountain pen taught us the art of writing along side teaching us  a lot of patience that was required to fill up the ink without staining our hands or clothes. It will be a shame that the gen next might have to do with tabloids, iPads and laptops. They might never be able to feel the texture of a hardcover book and the smell that the papers hold within. Trying to copy the handwriting of some famous personality will no longer be a task nor will be there that smile of satisfaction crossing their face seeing the words their quill is capable of creating. 

Trees will still be cut, forests will be long gone, trodden paths will be a myth and along with them the beautiful art of muse and writing displaced. 

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