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Easter: breaking the traditions

After traveling for the week it is hard to believe that today we celebrate Easter- Christ’s rising from the dead! This season of Lent has actually been pretty meaningful for me despite new routines. Normally during the 40 days of Lent I challenge myself to give up something physical, such as restraining from eating sweets or meat. Though it seems like a petty action, it works as a reminder that Jesus gave up his life for me. This year I took a call to action rather than a restraint. With more free time that I ever, there is no reason why I shouldn’t be spending more time with God. Therefore I have been devoting more time in my day to read scripture, spend time in prayer, and reflect. Through this God has been teaching me to be strong without a community of faith immediately surrounding me. Back at home, I am blessed to be around followers of Christ almost all the time. Most of my close friends are practicing Christians, I can easily attend worship once or twice a week, and have unlimited access to individuals who will pray and support me. Here, I do not have those means of support. While many students I live with believe in Christian values, most of them are not practicing. Attending worship a lot of time and effort to find and attend. And my familiar faces of support are only available via the Internet.  Therefore, these past 40 days I have learned about devotion in a different aspect. There is no one to compel me to worship and prayer- nothing but the environment in which I have been placed. I have found that it has been easy to see the blessings around me and offer thanks. I have found that it has been comforting to consistently pray about certain experiences or people and then watch how God works. I have been amazed by how God has worked at home as I have been away! But I have also realized that the hardest thing for me is to simply listen to what God is showing me! I talk and praise and pray but often find it hard to hear God’s call. When I do though, I am overcome with knowledge and His spirit. I have found that it is easier for me to see God through the environment around me- the people, nature, interactions- which have allowed me to learn more about the culture in India and reflect on aspects in my own life. The barrier comes when I try to listen to God’s call for be back home in relation to my future- summer plans, college, etc. Even after 40 days I have not been able to break down this barrier however I have been able to release much of the anxiety that comes with these thoughts.

That being said, the last week of Lent or Holy Week, was virtually meaningless for me this year, when it is usually the other way around. Since I was traveling I did not give the appropriate emphasis to the events leading up to Easter Sunday, making today feel a little abrupt. Even more so, Easter is my favorite holiday because it the most family-oriented holiday in my household. Traditionally, my mom hosts Easter brunch at her house after worship. Our house is packed with my great aunts and uncles, cousins, and any loners that my mother happens to invite! It was hard for me to wake up this morning and see pictures on Facebook of our little cousins decorating the annual bunny cake (which became a cross cake this year) and searching for Easter candy in the grass. And the homesickness began…. fortunately though, there is one good friend here who I have been able to connect with on a faith level, Katie Budd. Together we joined Becca and her family (the Mennonite family we visited 2 weeks ago) for an Easter celebration.

We were immediately served Resurrection buns that smelled of cinnamon (my substitute for caramel rolls!) Then we sang songs of praise simply sitting in their living room with a guitar: “Jesus Christ is Risen Today,” “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross,” “He Arose,” etc. Boy, did it feel good to raise my voice to the Lord. It was a good reminder that worship can be done in any setting! After a reading a children’s version of the Easter story we shared a time of prayer and then dismissed the kids so that we could stream a sermon online. In the sermon, the pastor focused on the words of 1 Corinthians 15. In this passage, Paul makes it clear that you cannot believe in the teachings of Christ unless you believe that he rose from the grave.

If there is no resurrection of the dead, then Christ has not been raised; and if Christ has not been raised, then our proclamation has been in vain and your faith has been in vain…If Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and your are still in your sins.

Therefore, you cannot simply believe in the teachings of Jesus and the work that he did because it is meaningless without his death and resurrection to life! I have never separated these two entities in my mind (that is the teachings of Jesus vs his resurrection) but this concept hit me in a new way because I have had many conversations lately with people who believe in Christian values but are not convinced of Christ’s being. But here in Corinthians we hear the blunt truth- Christ’s teachings are nothing without his resurrection and we too are dead if that is what we believe.  It forces us to believe the unbelievable first and then accept His teachings. This is faith, believing the unbelievable.

With a faithful message in our hearts we sat down for an Easter lunch- spicy fried chicken, fresh salad with hardboiled eggs, mashed potatoes, and cornbread. What a meal!

Then we played some silly Easter games with the kids. The most hilarious game was a egg roll relay. We split up into two teams. Each person took turns rolling a hardboiled egg across the sidewalk until every member had taken a turn. By the last roller, the shells had cracked off the hardboiled eggs, and the white had broken into pieces! What a laugh!

Words cannot describe how blessed I was to share Easter with this family of faith! My homesickness had disappeared and I was able satisfy my earning for a faithful celebration. There were no “hallelujah sticks,” no church choir, no quiches, and no bunny cake, but there was a spirit of family. What more can I be thankful for!?

(*Shout out to my family back at home celebrating Easter! Hugs to Eli, Otto, and Isla- your cross cake is beautiful! Miss you all!!)


Agra: from Dawn to Dusk

On our last leg of the trip we spent 20 hours in Agra. The way plans worked out, we hoped to see the city at sunrise, sunset, and in full moonlight!  Our train pulled in at 6am after the short 4 hour ride from Jaipur. We immediately found a guesthouse to drop our things and take a rest before eating breakfast amidst the peacocks 🙂

In general, I did not really like the city of Agra. You would think it would be more picturesque like Jaipur, being a prime tourist destination, but it is a filthy and smelly city. The area around the Taj is packed with cheap vendors and guesthouses with rooftop restaurants. At one point, we found ourselves walking down one alley towards one of the Taj gates. Both sides of the small street were lined with stalls selling cheap key chains and postcards. The vendors were like hawks calling out persistently, “Nice postcard, madame! Come take a look! This one for you!” Flies swarmed relentlessly around my head and a rancid smell hung in the air. I was surprised that as we walked around this area, there actually were not many Western tourists roaming about. We saw a few other people at restaurants we ate at, but not many. I think this is partly due to the bad condition of the city. As we visited the sites, most Western tourists travelled with large tour groups or with individual tour guides. These groups also tended to be groups of people older than 50 years old! Harper and I seemed to be the youngest pair traveling alone.

But besides the city, Agra does have a large array of amazing attractions to take in. It is recommended to hire an auto for the day to capture all of the sites effectively, and like I mentioned, most people travel with tour packages and such, but Harper and I created our own path. We didn’t see everything the city had to offer but we saw the aspects that we wanted to experience. After all, after living in Hyderabad for 2 months, you don’t really feel like you are a tourist anymore…but then you remember that you look like a tourist!

We began our day at Agra Fort. Building began in 1565 by Emperor Akbar and was finished by his grandson Shah Jahan. Most of the structure is red sandstone, giving it a beautiful color! It was built primarily as a military fort but was transformed into a palace and then a prison.  The walls that surround the fort rise over 20 meters. The entry gate called, Amar Singh Gate, faces south. Inside the fort there are various mosques, courtyards, and towers to be explored. What I loved best was the stone designs and carvings on the walls. This is also where I caught a glimpse of the Taj for the first time! Its outline was faint in the hazy sky creating a sense of magic.



Do you see the Taj just faintly to the right?






Next we headed to Itimad-up-Daulah, nicknamed the baby Taj. This is the tomb of Mizra Ghiyas Beg, a Persian nobleman who was Mumtaz Mahal’s grandfather. His daughter built the tomb for him in the 1620s in the same style as (Pakistani tomb). It was the first Mugal structure to be made completely of marble, and while not as majestic as the Taj, is so beautifully delicate. Marble lattice screens, floral painting, and pietra dura (marble inlay work).






We sat at a rooftop restaurant for lunch with a full view of the Taj. As I stared at this monument, one of the 7 wonders of the world, and I was not impressed. The atmosphere of the city had brought me down and I felt tired in the humid air. After some rest and relaxation we finally entered the gates of the Taj Mahal. We later realized it was the perfect time to go. The humidity broke and there were just enough clouds for perfect pictures. Is this not gorgeous!


The vicinity was teeming with tourists, as you can imagine but you stand in that first gateway with a perfect view of the structure and all you can do is smile. The walkway up to the Taj is composed of pools of water, walkways, and green lawns. Harper and I worked our way through the crowds, seeking out the best spots to snap photos.









Finally we made it up to the front steps, ready to enter the Taj Mahal. The system of entry is very interesting. As a foreign tourist you pay 750 rupees to enter the Taj vicinity. Indians only pay 30 rupees! However, tourists have precedence to enter the Taj structure. With it being an Indian holiday, there were much more Indians on tour than foreigners. In fact, their line ran around all four walls of the Taj. But being a foreigner was like having a FastPass at Disney World and we jumped right into line. While the inside of the Taj is beautiful with its colorful marble walls, vast dome, and tombs at the center, the experience itself was not calm and respectful as I anticipated. In fact, it was more like cattle herding. We were packed into the small dome, trying to walk around the circle. One thing about Indians, they tend to be pushy. I literally felt like a cow being herded through the Taj. I was happy to make it back into the fresh air and explore the outside area of the Taj instead.

If you do not know the story of how the Taj Mahal was created, read about it here!

Then, in anticipation of the sunset we went to the other side of the river for a backside view of the Taj. The sunset was pretty hazy and created beautiful colors in the sky but did not have the radiance to reflect on the Taj. However, it was majestic as ever!




But we still had one more view to see….the Taj at moonlight! Harper and I found a rooftop restaurant once more. As we shared conversation, a beer, and Indian curries we waited for the moon to appear. The full moon has been radiant the past two nights….but where was it tonight? We could see the dark outline of the Taj against the city, but the moon failed to rise out of the fog. Good thing we didn’t buy moonlight tickets!


It was a long day and at 10pm we were ready to crash. I fought off sleep as we waited at the station for our 2am train back to Hyderabad. We were so ready to fall asleep and be home. But after getting on the train, we realized that our tickets were the last RAC tickets, meaning that while we had seats, they were “half” seats. So Harper and I shared a bed for the night (so we wouldn’t have to share with an Indian man!) Needless to say, it was not the quality of rest I would have liked, but hey, we made it home after a great journey!

As always, it feels good to be home in Hyderabad, home at Tagore. However, I can’t say that I missed the heat! I didn’t realize how much I was enjoying the cool northern mornings and nights- I have been sweating all day! 🙂

Happy Holi!

“Color and variety are synonymous with Indian culture, beliefs, and way of life. A country steeped in traditions, India charms and bedazzles all her visitors with a kaliedoscopic rendezvous.

Every street, every city and every corner has a story to tell — all you have to do is listen. But it is tradition, culture, and celebrations that truly bring this country together. One of the most symbolic festivals in the country is called Holi.”


Holi is the festival of colors! It celebrates victory of good over evil and the arrival of spring. People celebrate this day by throwing colored powders on each other. The festival begins the night before with the building of Holi fires. In the center of intersections the neighborhood builds a huge bonfire made of straw and twigs and then decorates it with strips of fabric and old kites. Around midnight the fires are lit and they burn to the ground to begin the festivities. Unfortunately we were too tired from travel to stay up to witness this but at 6am in the morning I heard music begin to play and kids begin to shout and laugh in the streets. It is a day of family, festivity, and life!

To read more about the symbolism of colors, click here!

Though Aslam’s family does not celebrate Holi (being Muslim), Aslam was kind enough to take us to a friend of his to “play” Holi.

The best way to describe the experience is say that it is a colorful water fight! Bags of colored powder can be bought along the streets along with plastic water guns. The kids run around shooting each other with water and rubbing each other with colors. But Holi is not just for the kids! Men and women of all ages were covered in powder! These pictures should give you a good ideas (photo credit: Aslam Khan):







*Best shot of the day!*

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Harper and I felt honored to be invited to this celebration in such a safe and loving environment. We have heard it can get pretty scary in the city with strangers, drunken men, and artificial colors.

While it was fun to tag each other with color and spray water in the moment, cleaning up was a challenge. Though we used natural powders they still stain a bit. Showering once didn’t seem to do anything. This picture was taken after my first shower:


I eventually found some makeup wipes to scrub into my tainted face, but my hair is still pretty pink in some spots….:)

Jaipur: Time to be a Tourist

Aslam works as a tour guide/driver and therefore was a perfect reference for seeing the city. We certainly did not see everything that Jaipur had to offer but we certainly made lots of memories in the places we did see 🙂



Iswari Minar Swarga Si was built in 1794 to by Iswari Singh to celebrate victory over battle. It is a continuous serrated incline to the top that leaves you a bit dizzy!








Notice how the girls dolled us up before heading out. I am wearing Salma’s Rajasthani jewelry and the girls put flowers in Harper’s earlobes 🙂

Amber Fort was built by Raja Man Singh. While it served some military purpose, it was also a palace lived by the Maharajas and their families. The fort itself is composed of four courtyards, each containing gateways, shrines, and gardens. I was impressed by the beautifully carved marble work all around. Compared to Golkonda Fort in Hyderabad, this was much more elegantly decorated.



Panorama view of the Fort




These images are all wall/ceiling shots of mirrors and paintings:





*Amazing discover of the day!! This is Vicki and her family. She  grew up in Huron, SD and her brother actually graduated from Roosevelt High School in Sioux Falls. How crazy is that!? She is actually living in Delhi now. It is a small world, folks!



Gaitore was a royal creamation ground for the Rajput kings and members of the royal family. It’s name literally means “resting place of the departed souls.” The beautiful white marble carvings and architecture reflect both Hindu and Islamic styles. I found this place to be simply stunning!





On a side note- Tuesday was supposed to be the annual Elephant Festival in Jaipur. Traditionally elephants parade through the city decorated with colors and they take part in games like polo and tug of war. However, we came to find out that the festival had been cancelled abruptly. It turns out that those providing the elephants asked for a larger sum from the government and the government turned them down. That is a big blow to the government of Rajasthan considering that it is a huge tourist event each year. While it would have been amazing to experience this event, life happens. We still got to see a few elephants throughout the day.



IMG_2233Climbing up the elephant trunk to sit on top!


Jaipur: Welcoming Arms

My time spend in Jaipur was marked by different highlights.  Upon arriving In Jaipur early in the morning, we were picked up by a man named Aslam. Here he is!


Through mutual connections, we had made arrangements to stay with Aslam and his family during our stay in Udaipur! Aslam lives with his wife, Salma, and 9-year-old daughter, Farosat. Next door is Salma’s sister, husband, and daughter, Fatima. And one floor down, is Salma’s mother and father. They all share a large kitchen space, patio, and rooftop terrace. I was completely overwhelmed by the family’s hospitality. From the outside it doesn’t seem like they would have much to offer us- a rug on the floor for sleeping and a few warm meals- but the time spent with them was priceless. Farosat and Fatima are bundes of joy. We played jump rope on the patio and I tried to teach them how to do a criss-cross jump. Then they taught Harper and I how to play “pikachu”- a version of rock, paper, scissors. After dinners I laughed and cheered on the girls as they danced around and sang Hindi songs.


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Our dinners were held on the patio, sitting on a blanket in the moonlight. Salma brought out deliciously simple Indian food that I had never tried before! One night she made a spicy chicken dish and the next night an Indian version of tortilla soup made with papad! The chapatti was always fresh of course.



Because of my love for cooking, Salma and I were able to bond on a deeper level. I asked about Indian cooking and she asked about baking cakes. She offers cooking classes on the side and has dreams of opening a small restaurant on the roof with Aslam. Her heart is made of gold and she felt like a mother to me in those two short days.




And here she is giving me henna on my hand! First henna I have ever had!



Udaipur: City of Palaces

The palaces are definitely contain the magic and majesty of Udaipur!

City Palace is a massive series of palaces making up the largest royal complex in Rajasthan. It was gradually adapted and built up by the founder of Udaipur, Maharana Udai Singh II and was extended throughout the years. It is said that the site of the palace was selected according to legend- Maharana Udia Singh met a hermit while he was meditating in the Udaipur hills. The Maharana sought the hermit’s blessings and the hermit advised him to build his palace.


The architecture reflects both Rajasthani and Mughul styles. While this is a vast palace, most of it is closed to the public. The main part of the palace is the City Palace Museum, which takes you through much of the main structure. Some rooms are extravagantly decorated with mirrors, others with paintings on the walls. It is a maze full of art!


Totally wanted to take the sunface home for Dad 🙂

The royal toilet!


View of a courtyard


Beautiful painted room

Hanging seat


Main gate to enter the City Palace

Jagniwas Island sits in the middle of Lake Pichola. Though it was originally built as a summer palace it is now the Lake Palace Hotel.


Just further off is Jagmandir Island, another summer palace converted to a hotel. It lights up the night with its dazzling lights.


Monsoon Palace is situated on the top of a hill overlooking the city of Udaipur.


The Lonely Plant describes it as “perched on the top of a distant mountain like a fairy-tale castle.” Monsoon Palace (also known as Sajjan Garh) was built in the late 1880s by Maharana Sajjan Singh. It was built to be a resort for the family during the monsoon season so they could watch the rain and clouds with a panoramic view of the city. He also attempted to create a water harvesting structure to collect rainwater, however it did not prove to be effective. The land around the palace is now a wildlife sanctuary owned by the government.  Check out these views:




Backside of the Palace

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Udaipur: The Venice of India

Udaipur was definitely my favorite city to visit on this trip because of the ambience the city holds. With its small, hilly streets lined with shops, there is a relaxed European feel mixed with the charm of India. We stayed at a place called “Boat Steps,” this small house is tucked into a residential neighborhood just a stone throw away from the City Palace. We had a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen area to use! From the rooftop, there was a magnificent view of Lake Pichola and the opposite bank. Wow, who knew we would be in such a lovely location!?



View from our rooftop

The first day, Harper and I simple roamed the streets around Lake Pichola. The banks of the lake are broken up into “ghats” where locals wash in the morning and afternoons.  All the guesthouses boast of rooftop restaurants and German bakeries. The food is definitely catered to tourists but I enjoyed the café feel. In exploring we also found some neat little temples tucked into the streets. Here are some views of the streets of Udaipur:










One aspect that makes this city so pretty is the colorful wall paintings:







And here is a look into the temples:


Prayers to Vishnu


The turtle is thought to be a reincarnation of Vishnu.

Festivity in the temple



The walls are so intricately carved.

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The Stories Begin…

Hey there, I’m back! Once again, I had some great experiences on my trip up to the north and am eager to begin typing way! So settle in with a bag of jelly beans or Cadbury eggs and read on J After reading, please comment if you have any questions about my travel- there is a so much to tell!

To begin with, I cannot tell you how excited I was for a 28 hour train ride. That sounds so crazy but I have come to love train rides more than any other form of transportation because it is so easy to relax and sleep!


We had about 15 hours to Mumbai and then another 14 to Udaipur.  With our short layover in Mumbai and sat on a ledge and people watched. I was once again reminded of the bond of family here.  As people wait for their train, families sat down, unpacked food, and shared lunch together on the floor. There was a family of four sitting atop a red blanket, another couple was tucked into the corner, and then a large family of 15 spread out in the middle of the floor with their luggage arranged around them. Tin containers of rice, curries, and chapatti were passed around along with plastic plates. I found it funny that even in this situation the men sat in their own circle aside from the women, who were clearly having more fun. J It struck me that many Americans consider it a hassle to make sandwiches for a family roadtrip, but Indian families go full out with all the fixings of an Indian meal. As the large family cleaned up their meal, a Tupperware of sweet ladoos was passes around. Then I witnessed one of the women take some of the leftover food to the couple sitting in the corner, who clearly did not have much. What a beautiful act.



View of Mumbai

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Getting on the train to Udaipur, Harper and I were surprised to find the compartment to be almost completely empty.  There was peace as he calls of the chaiwallas and Tiffin vendors disappear with the last station. The steady movement of the train takes over and I found my mind lost in the landscapes. I was captured by the beauty. Passing over rivers, a cool breeze passes through the windows. Fishermen sit in rustic wooden boats and wade through the still waters. Workers till perfectly square fields rice paddies. Trees of all shaves and sizes hide secrets behind their vast branches…the top of a temple, a lonely dirt path, and an emerging cotton candy sunset. With a pale blue backdrop of sky, the voluminous clouds accented with purples and pinks. The sweat is finally drying on my face and I feel my eyelids becoming heavy at 7pm. I pray that sleep will come quickly—Udaipur is waiting in the morning.




The travels begin! Tonight I am catching a train to Rajasthan (NW India) with a whole load of fun on my agenda. I wanted to let you know that I will not have internet access so don’t worry when you see that my blog is silent for 9 days. There will be lots to read upon my return 🙂

Here is the preliminary information to wet your mind:

This is Harper Ganick, my travel partner for the week! Harper is from Nashville, TN and has been in India for the entire year. Actually this is her second time in India! She enjoys trekking and sleeping 🙂


We are beginning our journey with a long train ride up to the city of Udaipur. Udaipur is sometimes called the “Venice of the East” due to its whimsical environment. It is also known as the City of Lakes. The city was formally known as Mewar and was founded in 1559 by Maharaja Udai Singh II. There are splendid palaces to take in, craft bazaars, and even artistic/cookery classes to take part in. Due to the beautiful environment, Udiapur is a prime spot for movie shootings…such as the James Bond film, Octopussy. Udaipur is also mentioned in Kipling’s The Jungle Book as the birthplace of Bagheera, the panther!

After a few days, we will head further north to Jaipur. Jaipur is the capital of Rajasthan is is part of the “Golden Triangle” of India (Jaipur – Agra – New Delhi). As one source puts it, “It is a bustling capital city and a business centre with all the trappings of a modern metropolis but yet flavoured strongly with an age-old charm that never fails to surprise a traveller.” The old parts of the city are dressed in pink with a backdrop of ancient forts. royal buildings and palaces that this city offers. Other than these captivating attractions, Like Udaipur, Jaipur displays exquisite handicrafts and spectacular jewelry. All this makes a picturesque view that enthralls visitors, therefore it is a very popular tourist destination in India. It is here in Jaipur that Harper and I will be celebrating the Elephant festival (Mar 26) and Holi, the festival of colors (Mar 27).

After that we will climb further north to Agra, making our way into the state of Uttar Pradesh. Of course, our main purpose is to experience the Taj Mahal! (No, the Taj is NOT in New Delhi for those of you who think it is 🙂 However, Agra was actually the original capital of Hindustan  before it was moved to Kolkata and then Delhi.) Other than that we plan on visiting Agra Fort and exploring around the city for 24hrs before taking the long 28 hour train ride back to Hyderabad.

We will be back on Saturday March 30th, just in time to celebrate Easter!

Yes, I will be missing a week of classes, but I promise that I have not skipped any other class this semester! Harper and I are excited to set off an explore!

Later gators!


Campus Tragedy

I was disturbed to find out this morning that a student at the University committed suicide last night in his hostel. Friends say that he was depressed after not being denied registration for the semester. Therefore, he would not have been able to take the semester exams (next month). It seems unclear as to why the student was denied registration.

A representative of the Students’ Association on campus was quoted: “The students on the campus and their mental wellbeing are never considered by the university administration. We protest this negligent stand.”

This leaves me very disturbed. An act like this is the sort of thing you see in movies. For example, in the Bollywood film, The Three Idiots, a student named Joy Lobo takes his own life after being discouraged by professors.

Now, I certainly do not have a full understanding of the details surrounding the situation, but it makes me wonder how this University is really run. After all, shouldn’t a University support its students? I know that I would receive the support needed at Nebraska Wesleyan if I started to slip.

Also, it makes me sad that this student did not seem to have anyone to converse with about his situation. Friends claim that he has attempted suicide before. So, why was he not receiving help? Was there no friend in his life whom he trusted or felt supported by? What about his family? Was he too ashamed at his academics to tell them how he was feeling inside?

Instead he posted a suicide note on Facebook, of all places. He could talk to anyone face to face but yet he had the wherewithal to proclaim is death to the world. Is this not a reflection of how shallow our world is becoming?

At the UoH there is a Facebook group called “Confessions”- is a sort of silly device in which students can anonymously post comments about the University. I found the words of this post to be so strong and true:

“To the Vice-Chancellor: Every semester, it seems, a student commits suicide on campus. Not a member of the teaching staff or the non-teaching staff, but a student. Every semester! How many more have to hang themselves from ceilings before you acknowledge that it is a problem! Because if one student has committed suicide, a few more, at least, have tried to do the same, and many more have thought about it. Surely, there is something the University can do for the psychological well-being of students. And more than just appointing a lone counsellor in one corner of the campus, about whom few know and to whom fewer still go. We even have a Centre for Health Psychology now. In the campus, itself. Are you, honestly, telling us that there is nothing you can do! Not one damn thing!

To all studentsNo person commits suicide, simply, out of the blue. Because, like us, even those who commit suicide value their lives. And so, they struggle with it. A lot. So, there should be signs that such a step is being contemplated. If ever you feel that a fellow student is exhibiting such signs, try to intervene. Talk to that person. See, if you can find out what is wrong. If you feel there is nothing you can do, see if you know friends who can. If not friends, maybe even the faculty. Anyone whom you think can help. It might not help, but you never know, you may just stop that person from taking that step. It is the least we, as a community who share a campus, can do. No one should have to die, not by their own hands, not by any one else’s. Life is far too short and far too precious.”

Change needs to come from both sides- I will be interested to see how the students and administration on campus respond to this situation.

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