This article has been written by Smriti Kalra (Batch of 2021) and Jwalika Balaji (Batch of 2023). The picture has been taken from Country Living’s website and edited by Pallavi Khatri (Batch of 2022). Once upon a time, long long ago, more than 500 of us studied an intensive course on a residential campus ⁠— in the midst of lush greenery and Nagarbhavi’s growing social scene, surrounded by the smell of strong Chetta coffee, constant banter, omnipresent PDA and several snakes.

Depression rates rise after electives offering “System marginalizes indecisive people,” complain indecisive people. October 19, 2018 | Mumbai | By: Aman Vasavada NLS Inmates Review journalists stumbled upon three dazed inmates sitting on the footpath outside the Bombay High Court, their faces resplendent with the look of defeat. With a view to bring you some top class investigative journalism, we decided to find out why the inmates (anonymized upon request) were so depressed

This piece has been written by Anonymous. Anonymous’ recent article reminded me of an old conflict that haunted me for quite a long time. Like Anonymous, I, too, have had the lingering feeling that something is wrong with me, that I have an inherent problem that impedes my ability to interact with other people. I may not be a hypochondriac – though I confess I do often take medication at the slightest provocation if I have a deadline looming – but, in spite of the stern warni

This piece has been written by Anonymous. Trigger warning:  Mental illness and depression. I belong to the – now unacceptable among the liberal circles – group of people that is annoyed by the refuge the urban middle class takes in, illnesses like clinical depression, Asperger’s syndrome, ADHD, ADD, OCD etc.  Mind you, I don’t think they don’t exist. I just think they’re a. over-diagnosed, b. definitely over self-diagnosed, and c. promoted by the oversensitive liberal media a

This piece was written by Megha Mehta (Batch of 2019) One morning, if you were to summon the courage to wake up early (or if you were to involuntarily wake up after a late night alcohol binge), and stand in front of your mirror and tilt it at an angle so that the first rays of sunlight hit your reflection, you might happen to see a gaping hole in the center of your chest. It won’t be a perfect circle, but a mass of raw, gaping tissue, as if somebody had clawed their way throu