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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Mystery called Happiness

What is the purpose of life? To be happy ... I think that all our efforts whether it’s loving somebody, doing well professionally or philanthropic gestures are all done to derive happiness..... But then why is it that even after slogging to make our future selves happy it mostly remains unhappy??? I think it's because our future selves won't see the world the way we see it now..... While imagining future we prefeels events and think that we'll feel the same when we get there but it isn’t true ... Like any other lens our experiences will become part of the lens through which we view the world and distort what we see....

So then what does this mean??? That one should stop thinking about future and shouldn’t work towards achieving things that they think will make them happy..... Well I am not suggesting that.... one should become aware of these realities and should discover future rather than predicting it …. And should always remember that journey—is equally important, if not more so, than the destination …. "One cannot divine or forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and holds fast to the days, as to fortune or fame" - Daniel Gilbert

But still there are few things which have been found to provide long term happiness like meaningful closely connected relationships and social bonds, showing gratitude, philanthropic gestures, simplifying and doing one task at a time rather than multi-tasking, finding and utilizing one’s strength and having a healthy life style i.e. Proper sleep, nutritious food, regular exercise etc. Material things and possessions also provide happiness but that happiness is temporary. Wonderful things are especially wonderful the first time they happen, but their wonderfulness wanes with repetition. Psychologist calls it habituation; economist calls it declining marginal utility. To beat habituation one can either increase the variety of one's experiences or increase the amount of time that separates repetitions of the experiences.

Note: - Few ideas have been taken from Daniel Gilbert’s “Stumbling on Happiness” …..

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Aasra stats to date

annual Befrienders Conference to be held in chennai, update

Dear All,
We are happy to inform that all permanent centres in India will be given 3 free bursaries (1 Director + 2 Volunteers) for the conference and for probationary centres 2 free bursaries. The bursaries will include boarding, lodging and conference cost.
The Office bearers of Befrienders India i.e. The President, The Secretary and the Treasurer will also be given a free bursary.
While we are making all efforts to keep the cost at a minimum ,those who are not given bursaries will have to pay Rs.4000/- per person on a double occupancy basis. (this includes the boarding, lodging,transportation and other conference cost). If single occupancy is required, it will be necessary to pay extra.

Sneha, Chennai

S.No Topics Centre name

1. Difficulties in reaching out to very young callers.(in the context of the increase in such callers) Saath (Ahmedabad)
2. Understanding beyond words and listening to Non-Verbal cues.(Aasra's second option)
3. The importance of emotional well-being of volunteers Sri Lanka
4. Suicide of a caller –How it impacts the centre’s morale and volunteers’ confidence Lifeline (Kolkatta) Saath (Ahmedabad)

5. Volunteer Ethics (Aasra's first option)
6. Befriending in the case of suicide pacts/clusters/groups etc
7. The challenges of creating greater awareness of our services Maithreyi-Pondy
8. Handling extremely abusive and angry callers
9. Befriending in changing times – New Era, New Skills Maithri - Kochi
10. How our values beliefs and attitudes impact befriending. Maithreyi-Pondy
11. Outreach – Going beyond the confines of the centre (or going beyond the four walls) Roshni (Hyderabad) 1.Sri Lanka

Monday, June 27, 2011


Hello, Everyone! New volunteers Welcome! Esp. HIMANSHU and HUNNY!

Though Blogging is believed to have become passée , I truly believe that , a Blog can reach out to many people, and also become a place to meet and express feelings, emotions and opinions.

I am an active participant in another blog where ,members from all over the world ( whoever can) meet on a particular day and time and discuss, brainstorm , argue, explode and express feelings..
The blogger members have become friends and it feels like a family get-together ( this with different time zones, and all!)
Everything is about the will do something....
Last Sunday during our meeting, I was wondering if we can make this blog a fun place.....
let us strive to make this blog as interactive as possible...
are u guys with me?
maybe we can post a question and then we can all give our answers and discuss about it...
what do u think?
who wants to go first?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Any change can bring about stress

Change is a fact of life, so learning how to deal with stress associated with change is something that everyone needs to do.
What is Change?

People have to deal with many different types of change throughout their lives, and doing so almost always leads to an increase in stress. Sometimes change is planned and sometimes it takes you by surprise: it's a fact that change is sometimes foreseen and sometimes unforeseen. It can also be good, bad, or indifferent.

No matter how you perceive change, it can be a powerful stressor. In order to understand how to deal with change, it's important to first understand what change is, both as a noun and a verb.
Change as a Noun

When you look at the word change as a thing, the term references some type of:

Novel approach

Change as a Verb

When you look at the word change as an "action", the term refers to the process or act of becoming:


Understanding Stress Associated with Change

The fact that change impacts everyone at one time or another does not mean that most people are comfortable or prepared to deal with it when it occurs. In the modern world, change - both professionally and personally -- seems to occur with an increasing rate of frequency. Many times, people don't feel like they've been able to adjust to one change before yet another one comes along. This often causes feelings of being out of control and overwhelmed, which leads to stress. To cope with the stress associated with change more effectively, it's important to understand that you do have control over how you allow change to affect you. One of the reasons that change is often viewed as a stressor is that people tend to view it negatively. People have a tendency to prefer stability and security. However, individuals don't often perform their best in the absence of change. There's a very real tendency to become complacent when things stay the same for an extended period of time. Change can be quite positive. Many times, change leads to improved outcomes and better decisions.
Basic Facts About Change

Change is inevitable.
The outcomes of change cannot be known in advance.
The unknown is not necessarily worse than the known.
Change can lead to greater creativity.
Some changes are for the better, some are for the worse.
Stress is a natural side effect of change.
There is an element of risk associated with change.
Implementing change requires commitment.
Change cannot be implemented correctly without action.
Seeing a change through takes courage.

Tips for Handling with Stress Associated with Change

Recognize the limitations you place on yourself. There's often a difference between what you think you can do and what you can actually do.

Stay positive about change.

Cultivate a support network of friends and colleagues and lean on them during times of change.
Lean on your family and friends during times of high stress.
Work on building and maintaining positive self esteem.
Recognize that the way you do things now is likely to change multiple times in the future.
Realize the change can - and probably will - occur in your personal and professional life quite frequently.
Don't allow yourself to assume that a proposed change will be bad without giving it a fair chance.
Make an effort to consider the possible positive consequences of doing things differently.
Focus on the big picture.
Seek to understand the reasons change may be needed.
Be willing to be flexible.
Don't engage in avoidance behavior when tasked with adapting to a change.
When change is inevitable, focus your energy on making the best of it rather than resisting.
Take care of yourself. Your body and mind are better able to handle both stress and change when you are well rested and properly nourished.
Opt for quick stress relievers to deal with your immediate anxiety about imminent change.

College student stress

Statistics on college student stress are staggering but should come as no surprise since this is the first time a young adult begins to enter the adult world and it can be a very stressful time in someone's life.

The Statistics on College Student Stress

A recent MSN article reports that the Associated Press and a college TV station, mtvU, conducted research on college student stress at many colleges throughout the United States. The survey found that four out of ten college students report they feel stressed often. One out of five say they feel stressed most of the time. One out of four students experienced daily stress and one in ten had thoughts of suicide.
The Consequences of Stress on College Students. Age student similar research conducted in India also brought out similar statistics for college student stress.

Obviously, stress is a major problem for college students throughout the the developed and developing world. Stress causes many issues with emotional and physical health. One of the most frightening consequences of college student stress is suicide because of depression.

In 2005, the National College Health Assessment (NCHA) surveyed 17,000 college students. Twenty-five percent of the students reported they have "felt so depressed it was difficult to function" three to eight times in the past 12 months. Twenty one percent of the students reported that they "seriously considered suicide."
In 2003, a survey conducted at Penn State University (PSU) found that 42 percent of their students felt depressed at least once in the past year. Ten percent of PSU college students seriously considered suicide.
According to the 2005 National Survey of Counseling Center Directors, 154 students committed suicide.
The second leading cause of death among college students is suicide.

The Reasons for College Student Stress

After reading the statistics on college student stress, you may wonder why college students experience so much stress. While it varies among college students' individual situations, the following are some of the main causes for college student stress:

Pressure to Do Well: Whether it's pressure from family or the student's interior motivation, the desire to do the best and get perfect grades can put a great deal of stress on a college student.
Amount of Schoolwork: College work is much different from any schoolwork a student has ever done and this can make a college student feel overwhelmed quickly.
Social Acceptance: A college student may have many friends behind and must start over, particularly if they choose to go to school out of state. If the student is not confident and comfortable with social situations, the stress can become overwhelming.
Missing Family and Friends: Some college students have never been away from home and homesickness can really take a toll.
Problems at Home: If there are problems at home that the college student cannot go and help with, he or she feels powerless and stressed over the loss of control.
Peer Pressure: Wanting to fit in by drinking, partying, skipping class, or doing drugs can be detrimental to the student's grades and success in college.

Help for College Student Stress

If you are a college student experiencing an overwhelming amount of stress and experience the symptoms of depression, seek help right away! Every school is supposed to have a counseling center/counsellor to help students with a wide range of problems. If you don't feel comfortable going into the center, call and ask for a hotline/AASRA 24x7(91-22-27546667/9) so you can talk to someone over the phone. No one will judge you or make you feel like what you are feeling is unreasonable. Depression is a serious problem and you need to talk to someone so you can sort out your feelings and thoughts. Always remember, life can seem unbearable but if you hang on, it will turn around and get better. You just need to make it through the storm, and understanding the statistics on college student stress can help you realize that you aren't alone.

Suicide prevention inspirational quotes

Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened. -- Dr. Seuss

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start now and make a brand new ending. --Carl Bard

I always feel sorry for people who think more about a rainy day ahead than sunshine today.--Rae Foley

One cannot change the past, but one can ruin the present by worrying over the future. --Anonymous

It is not what we get. But who we become, what we contribute... that gives meaning to our lives. --Anthony Robbins

When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves.--William Arthur Ward

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. --Albus Dumbledore

The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.—Voltaire

One of the secrets of life is to make stepping stones out of stumbling blocks.--Jack Penn

Character is doing what's right when nobody's looking.--J.C. Watts

Good character is more to be praised than outstanding talent. Most talents are, to some extent, a gift. Good character, by contrast, is not given to us. We have to build it, piece by piece--by thought, choice, courage and determination.-H. Jackson Brown

Never let anyone else decide who you are. --Caroline Rhea

We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same. --Carlos Castaneda

If someone listens, or stretches out a hand, or whispers a word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen.--Loretta Girzartis

When it is darkest, we can see the stars.--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Suicide,depression and self-harm Quotes

Suicide quotes

“You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.”

“Life is like a movie, if you've sat through more than half of it and its sucked every second so far, it probably isn't gonna get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. None should blame you for walking out early.”

“Suicide is man's way of telling God, "You can't fire me - I quit."”

“Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.”

“Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it; since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live”

“Anyone desperate enough for suicide...should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes to solve problems: elope at midnight, stow away on the boat to New Zealand and start over, do what they always wanted to do but were afraid to try.”

“Not many artists commit suicide by leaping off the pinnacle of success.”

“I just couldn’t live with myself knowing I had just killed myself.”

“Why kill yourself? Life will do it for you.”

“The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering.”

Don't hold strong opinions about things you don't understand.

My time has come, and so I'm gone. To a better place, far beyond. I love you all as you can see. But it's better now, because I'm free.

Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will follow you.

It's hard to answer the question "what's wrong" when nothings right.

I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.

Maybe one day it will be ok again. That's all I want. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be ok again.

When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older crying seems to be the only option.

I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts to much to hold on anymore.

You say I'm always happy, and that I'm good at what I do, but what you'll never realize is, I'm a damn good actress too.

Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm happy.

Tired of living and scared of dying.

I don't necessarily want to be happy; I just want to stop feeling miserable.

Don't fall into the trap of pretending everything's fine when you know it isn't.

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.

I'm just learning how to smile, and that's not easy to do.

Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry all alone.

I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled the one who could brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own.

Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it was just starting to fall apart.

Stop the world I wanna get off.

I bleed for you that's why I cut those simple scars are just deep thoughts.

You bleed just to know your alive.

Death is God's way of saying you're fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can't fire me, I quit.

I don't know what I want in life. I don't know what I want right now. All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me, and one day, there won't be any of me left.

Everything that ever caused a tear to trickle down my cheek, I run away and hide from it. But now, everything is unwinding and finding its way back towards me. And I don't know what to do. I just know that pain I felt so long ago, it's hurting ten time more.

It's the loneliest feeling in the world - to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say "what's the matter with her?" I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away.

You start life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving forward. But sooner or later there comes a time where you look back over where you have been and wonder who you really are.

I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.

I know it seems like I'm this strong person who can get though anything, but inside I'm fragile. I've had so many things thrown at me, and each one has only made a crack. What I'm afraid of is shattering.

Maybe I am crazy but laughing makes the pain pass by.

I love sleep. My life has this tendency to fall apart when I'm awake.

I know what its like to want to die; how it hurts to smile; how you try to fit in but you can't; how you hurt yourself on the outside; to try to kill the thing that's in the inside.

Even the people who never frown eventually breakdown.

How can you understand me when I can't understand myself?

I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.

It's like I realized that way down inside, I've always been lonely for something. But I don't know what for. It's like everybody in the world want's something. Only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it's not. You know how, when you turn off the TV or you come out of some concert, and everything just feels empty? Like you thought that would be what you wanted, and then it wasn't?

You look at me and think, 'she's so happy' but there's so much behind this little smile that you will never know.

Do you ever have those times you cry and you don't know why?

People are always telling me to smile, like smiling is going to just take away all the hurt and pain. Well I've tried that I've tried hiding my sorrows and covering the sadness in smiles and what I've learned is that when it hurts this much inside your heart always has a way of showing it no matter how many masks you wear.

Let no one think I gave in.

The pain is there to remind me that I'm still alive.

It seems to me that the harder I try the harder I fall.

Refuse to feel anything at all, refuse to slip, refuse to fall, can't be weak, can't stand still, watch your back because no one else will.

There's no excuse for the need to take your own life away, everyone passes through some rough obstacles if life, just face them as they come along, there's always a way to overcome those obstacles, and learn from your experiences.

If you can't solve it, it isn't a problem - it's reality. And sometimes reality is the hardest thing to understand and the thing that takes the longest to realize. But once it hits you in the face you'll never forget it. It will always be there in your memories and sometimes that is the best way to look at it.

It's funny the way you can get use to the tears and the pain.

What do you do when you become too scared, too scared to live, too scared to die, too scared to love, too scared to even care?

You can't just hug me and say it's okay because right n... it doesn't feel that w...

Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can't because things have changed so much.

I just wish I could roll back the clocks to when things were the same... then we were all just a bunch of crazy teenagers looking for a wild time. But now, thing aren't the same. Each of us have gone our different ways. We change, people change, things just change, and we aren't those crazy teenagers looking for a wild time anymore. We're teenagers looking for a person to love and a person to hug when we're in need.

Sometimes I think that if I wasn't so good at pretending to be, I'd be better at actually being happy.

Her sadness did not have that. It dripped slowly into her life without her noticing it, at least, not noticing it until it consumed her fully and smothered her with darkness.

I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else, it see... when Im all alone it's best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say good-bye. Everything is temporary anyway.

Everybody's searching for a hero. People need someone to look up to. I never found anyone who fulfilled my need... a lonely place to be, and so I learned to depend on me.

Pain is your friend, it tells you when you're seriously injured, it keeps you awake and angry but the best thing about it is it lets you know that you're alive.

I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I'm hurting inside.

When your sure you've had enough of this life... don't let yourself go... because everybody cries... everybody hurts sometimes... sometimes everything is wrong.

Some of us are just trying to get through the day without falling apart.

Every night before I go to sleep I lie on my bed and stare up at my blank walls. I try to imagine the future, but right now it's as blank as those walls. All I can see is a past that I barely recognize any more.

I don't want the world to see me, because I don't think that they'd understand.

Look at me. You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me.

There's a smile on my face but I don't know why it's there... I put it on to satisfy all the people that don't even care.

I'm often silent when I am screaming inside.

The deepest people are the ones who've been hurt the most.

Someone once asked me, 'Why do you always insist on taking the hard road?' I replied, 'Why do you assume I see two roads?'

Wear a mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes. The debt we pay to human guile, with torn and broken hearts, we smile.

Sometimes I feel like nobody has held me down and forced me to cry or made me hug them, or seen to the inside of me. I just say 'oh I'm fine' and walk away. Nobody's ever said to me 'no you're not'.

Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.

Some people try to understand, but nobody can know what living like this is like.

You never know when you wake up, if all will be the same, or if you'll be back in your dark place, again to feel the pain.

No one can see the pain what we hide, they're happy for us to keep it inside, our fear is our own; they don't want to know. Why should we involve them; why should it show.

Our generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

So drop the little razor, and pick up your life, forget all the bad things, the pain and the strife.

I'm not my usual self being quiet and lonely isn't 'me' crying all night, acting all day this isn't how it's supposed to be.

I'm hurting so bad inside I just wish you could see... I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me.

Beware the person who has nothing to lose.

In the end, music is your only friend.

When your going thru hell... it's best to just keep on going...

What's the point in screaming? No ones listening anyway.

I'm young and I'm hopeless... I'm lost and I know this... I'm going nowhere fast... that's what they say... I'm troublesome, I've fallen... I'm angry at my Father... it's me against this world and I don't care.

She's not the kind of girl who likes to tell the world about the way she feels about herself.

Did it surprise you that I am not who you thought I was? Did it surprise you to find that I don't exactly stand for what you thought I stood for all along? Did it surprise you to find that I'm not exactly how I played myself out to be? That the person you thought I was is actually nothing to what I am.

Everyone sees who I appear to be but only a few know the real me, you only see what I choose to show there's so much behind my smile you just don't know.

I like having low self-esteem it makes me feel special.

Take it from someone who's fallen... it's a long way down.

They say you need to pray, if you want to go to heaven. But they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.

The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality.

The beautiful thing about music is when it hits you, you fell no pain.

True strength is holding it together when everyone else would understand if you fall apart.

The only thing worse then being hated is being ignored. At least when they hate you they treat you like you exist.

There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

Rock bottom is good solid ground, and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.

She is the quietest kind of rebel.

She could shut out the whole world, including herself.

Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real.

Nothing can stop me now because I don't care anymore.

In that one instance I hated everyone in my life, everyone and everything, and me most of all.

She was like a flower that had been battered by a storm, but not quite destroyed. Gradually, she began to strengthen and bloom again.

She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad and that's important you know.

I'll fake all the smiles, if it stops all the questions.

Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words left unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeated inside my head.

I've been a loser all my life. I'm not about to change. If you don't like it, there's a door. Nobody made you stay.

But its ironic because that's how I live my life. I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks I'm doing fine but I'm always dieing inside, always one step away from the edge you know? I can't be happy to be who I am because I don't know who I am anymore.

Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.

I just realized that were all a bunch of actresses and we've fooled everyone into believing that we're all okay... I'm just waiting for the day when I can convince myself of that.---Jupiter_Girl

I smile, I smile all the time, you're just not around to see it.

I just like playing games with people, I always hope there'll be someone smart enough to see through me but you're all so stupid.

I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends, they're in my head.---Kurt Cobain

I wouldn't be surprised if I was voted most likely to kill everyone at a high school dance.--- Kurt Cobain

I'd rather hang out with the losers that would sit and smoke a cigarette than the ones who wanted to throw a baseball.---Kurt Cobain

All rock music is good as long as it has passion and feeling---Kurt Cobain

If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.---Kurt Cobain

QUIET! I can't hear you & all the voices in my head at the same time!

If you hold back your feelings because you are afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting anyway.

Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels.

When you quit fearing pain, when you learn to love the pain, you will lose all fear of everything.

Just because some people don't cry, doesn't mean they're not suffering.

I cut to prove to you that you are not the only one that can hurt me.

The sky isn't always blue. The sun doesn't always shine. So it's okay to fall apart sometimes.

You do it to yourself... and that's why it really hurts.

I used to have many faults, not I have only two - everything I say and everything I do...

I've come to the point where nothing matters anymore, and things I used to care about aren't worth fighting for.

I am not what I ought to be, not what I want to be, but I am thankful that I am better than I used to be...

Those who say sunshine brings happiness have never danced in the rain.

I'm not afraid of the gun in my hand, I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid of the pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying.

Are you running away from something you don't want? Or running away from something you're afraid to want?

I wear my scars proudly. They represent the battles through which I have gone, and I am proud because those battles I have won.

You have no idea what I can do.

The insane are sane and the sane are insane in a world of craziness.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the moment one area of your life starts going okay, another part of it falls spectacularly to pieces.

I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four am knows all my secrets. Four am is when my dreams die.

No matter what you do or say, there's nothing that you can do to make people understand you.---Kurt Cobain

Damaged people are dangerous, they know they know they can survive.

People dislike alcoholics, but they still drink at parties. People sit in non-smoking section in restaurants, but still enjoy the occasional nicotine jolt. People have strong feelings against self-injurers, but they also take all their emotions out on other people.

Such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place. Watching all the pretty people do lots of ugly things.

The apple fall far from the tree she's rotten and so beautiful I'd like to keep her here with me and tell her that she's beautiful she takes the pills to fall asleep and dreams that she's invisible tormented dreams she stays awake recalls when she was capable...

Without pain, there would be no suffering, with out suffering we would never learn from out mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there's no way of life.

If I would kill myself tonight, who would remember me tomorrow?

No more joy - No more sadness - No emotion - Only madness. I can't see. I don't feel. I can't touch. I don't heal.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

Skin is beautiful, don't ruin it with scars just because your life isn't as beautiful. For once life becomes beautiful to you again, your skin wont be so beautiful anymore.

Life it seems, will fade away drifting further every day getting lost within myself nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live simply nothing more to give.

I am sad but I'm laughing.

Everybody knows that something's wrong but nobody knows what's going on.

We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?

The question isn't 'who is going to let me'; it's 'who is going to stop me'.

And sometimes I have really bad day... when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something...

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

I only smile in the dark.

Every so often I want to dig my fingernails underneath my skin and peel off the face everybody's so used to seeing me in. Every so often I want people to know that I'm not as okay as they think I am. --- onceuponatime

It wasn't a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful. When we cut, we're in control - we make our own pain and we can stop it whenever we want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief moment, the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs do that too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting.

To be loved to madness - such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial that could drive away the eating loneliness of her days.

These cuts are leaving creases. Trace the scars, to fit the pieces, to tell your story, you don't need to say a word.

Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely.

A pill to make you numb, a pill to you make you dumb, a pill to make you anybody else, but all the drugs in this world won’t save her from herself.

We're all quite mad here. Ha... ha ha ha ha ha! You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

If you don't like the way I am, then don't come around me. If you don't like the way that I talk, then don't listen. If you don't like the way I dress, then don't look. But don't waste my time telling me about it. I don't care.

Reality has exiled me; I am no longer bound by it's laws.

Sometimes you can cry until there is nothing left wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray all you want to whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent... it would not be because it cared.-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac

Sometimes I sit and watch the ink leak from my pen. It comforts me to know something else bleeds the way I do.

It's an interesting feeling, really, to scroll through all the numbers in your phone, and realize that there is no one who will understand.

My skin is burnt but it heals my heart, with growing pride I’ll wear my scars, I am honored by you hate.--- Tera

I guess for some people its always a little easier to appreciate the rainy days instead of sunny days...

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces. Each one is different, but they're always the same. They mean me no harm but its time that I face it, they'll never allow me to change... But, I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong... I'm moving on.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.---Angelina Jolie

There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now---Angelina Jolie

Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.---Angelina Jolie

Do you remember the days when you were a child and simply running outside made you happy? What happened to them?

There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight and there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright...

I can't stop crying... I don't understand, and it's not the loud, screaming crying... it's just the tears continuously roll down my face, and I can't do anything to stop them.

Someday I'll fly away.

I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me. - Alice Cooper

This isn't a perfect world. People do get hurt. You smile when you feel like crying. You act like you're ok, when you're falling apart inside. And you try to let go, you try to move on, because you know there's nothing else you could do.

I have no clue why I do what I do. It feels good to have cold metal press against my skin as my problems tear at my soul. The blood drips softly and I cry silently. No one will ever understand me except for other people like me. ---cutegoddess01

Close your eyes, and imagine 5, 10, 15 years from now. You are with your husband and maybe 2, 3 or so kids and your a very happy family, and very self-full-filled and your life is perfect just the way you had always dreamed and hoped, and then your little 5 year old child asks you: "mommy, why do you have all those white scars on your arm?" and then what will you say? I used to take a razor and pull it down real slow and carefully and watch the blood drop out of my skin so that I could see that I am still alive, or so I could feel real physical pain instead of emotional pain. No you can't say that to your child. and even if you do then your child will learn from you and do the same to themselves when ever they are feeling down. you don't really want that now do you.

What you think is what you are. what you peruse becomes your reality. ---Babylon_11

You ask why I say nothings wrong when really everything is. You should know what wrong. Your my friends, your making bad decions and its killing me to see you suffer like you are. You just never see how what your doing effects me because you don’t care enough to look and see. ---FastTurtle

I cry then I cut, then I cry again, it never ends.--- Tera

I was lost. There was nobody for me to talk to about all that you were troubling me with. So I sat alone, with everything inside, and cried myself to sleep.

when you talk about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.--- White Oleander

The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain...

Self-injury is a sign of distress not madness. We should be congratulated on having found a way of surviving.

When I cut myself, I feel so much better. All the little things that might have been annoying me suddenly seem trivial because I'm concentrating on the pain.

Scars are tattoos with better stories.

We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, students, and business owners. We have depression, DID, PTSD, eating disorders, borderline personalities, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some were not. We are straight, bi, and gay. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every single race or religion that you can possibly think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.

You see her sitting there and you think 'shes so sad' but its not that shes sad, shes simply given up on pretending to be happy, shes tired of getting up every morning and putting on her fake smile, telling herself 'today will be better'. She doesnt want to be an inconvenience or a bother anymore...she has stopped looking for the light switch in the dark room she calls her life. ~ Never_The_Star

If you forget all else remember just this, there are people who love you and want you happy... without you their life would be empty.

In reality, I'm slowly losing my mind. Underneath the guise of smile, gradually I'm dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly. Cause I don’t want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering. So I wear my disguise till I go home at night and turn down all the lights and then I break down and cry.

Everyone is asking me how I feel, how I am and truthly I feel numb. I cant feel anything and honestly I like it.

Depression is such a strong emotion, its regret, fear, frustration, isolation, a choice, and sometimes even a form of protection. ~ Never_the_star

Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. -White Oleander

Why don't you just sit down, close your eyes and invent your own world? When you were little you did, even with your eyes open.

Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth - that when you look closely, people are so strange and complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me.

As long as you know everything is a lie then you can't hurt yourself.- Manson

Do you ever have one of those days where nothing really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world and the smallest thing that happens can make you break down right there and cry?

Cutters are living proof that when the body is ravaged the soul cries out and when the soul is trampled upon, the body bleeds.

I'm playing a game I can't win, I keep losing and losing, why do I keep playing? To me it isn't about winning or losing, I'm just enjoying the game.

The drastic steps I'm taking are just an act of desperation, no one's gonna miss me so what the hell. I fought and lied I drank too much. Hurt everyone I ever touched, just how much I hurt you is hard to tell. It's not some kind of cry for help just good bye I wish you well because I love you I'm gonna kill myself. --- Tim McGraw

I won't leave a note for anyone to find tomorrow they will know what I've done here tonight. --- Tim McGraw

Do you ever lay in bed at night hoping you wake up in the emergency room and hear the words "shes not going to make it?"

I certainly didn't tell anyone; I didn't advertise that I was doing this, but I didn't necessarily also make sure no one could see that I was injured. In fact, I felt proud of it; I felt good about it. It was like a battle scar: it proved that I had been grievously wounded and survived. When I hid my scars, I did so because I didn't want anyone to think I was a basket case or a mental case and to look down on me or to pity me or to stop hanging out with me - leave me because they couldn't. handle me...

You know when you cut yourself really badly, it doesn't hurt at all for awhile you don't feel anything - death, our reaction to death is sort of like that you don't feel anything at all and then later on you begin to hurt.

Pull the shades - razor blades - you're so tragic. i hate you so but love you more. i'm so elastic - the things you say - games you play - dirty magic. --- The Offspring

I did not, you see, want to kill myself. Not at that time, anyway. But I wanted to know that if need be, if the desperation got so terribly bad, I could inflict harm on my body. And I could. Knowing this gave me a sense of peace and power, so I started cutting up my legs all the time. Hiding the scars from my mother became a sport of its own. I collected razor blades, I bought a Swiss Army knife, I became fascinated with different kinds of sharp edges and the different cutting sensations they produced. I tried out different shapes - squares, triangles, pentagons, even an awkwardly carved heart, with a stab wound at its center, wanting to see if it hurt the way a real broken heart could hurt. I was amazed and pleased to find that it didn't. --- Prozac Nation

First time I cut was just to feel the pain, Strange because I didn't feel a thing. --- Kristen (aka KrazyKristen)

It wasn't because I wanted to die, I just wanted the pain to finally stop. --- Kristen (aka KrazyKristen)

I have to cut because it's the only way I can smile.--- Kristen (aka KrazyKristen)

Let me give you some advice-- if you are gonna lie about something at least make sure it's worth lying about. --- Kristen (aka KrazyKristen)

I've always been the good girl. The girl whose parents that she would grow up and actually become something. But I'm not like that anymore. I never thought I'd drink or snort those pills but I guess I was wrong. Now that I've done it I don't wanna stop. It's like cutting, once you drag that blade across your skin you can't stop. You don't wanna stop. I know you wanted a perfect teenage girl but in reality there isn't one. --- Kristen (aka KrazyKristen)

Those feelings that are the most painful are those ones that nobody can explain no quote can describe... and no tears or
smiles can make them go away.They're the ones that hurt the deepest the ones that last the longest and take forever to
forget about .

Sometimes I feel like no one cares. Sometimes I feel like no one is there. Sometimes I want to kill myself. Sometimes I think I need some help. Sometimes I feel like I'm alone. Sometimes I'm in an empty zone. Sometimes I feel like I'm not alive. Sometimes I wonder if I'm deprived. Sometimes I think the world should end. Sometimes I think I have no friends. Sometimes I want to make them see that sometimes I wish I wasn't me...

I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.

Cutting is a stepping stone for me. All my life I have been put through so much emotional pain and ive let myself just sit and drown in it. I cant physically or emotionally do it anymore. So I cut. It temporaily takes my pain away until I am able to remove myself from all feeling. I am detached from everything right now... I am numb.--- Jupiter-Girl

Please don't blame yourself for any of the stupid shit that I choose to do. None of this is your fault. I'm the one who makes these bad decesions so im the one who pays the consequences.--- Jupiter-Girl

They didn't know that she was planning something. Most people thought she was perfectly fine. She was good at pretending...but some people knew she wasn't okay but they didnt realize how bad it was. She would party every weekend. She was border line alcoholic rarely going 48 hours without being 100% sober. She tried finding comfort in anything even if that ment fucking some guy she just met one night while she had been drinking. Everyday was going by as a blur. They didn't know that she cried herself to sleep every night. They didnt know that she had practiced cutting herself so many times. They didnt know that she had written and rewritten letters to all the people she cared about most telling them she loved them and apologizing. She even wrote one to the person who was most important to her, who wouldn't understand what had happened because she was to young. She wanted her to know it wasn't her fault and she loved her dearly. They just didnt know. They found her surrounded... in her own blood. They finally knew... they finally realized that she really wasn't okay and the rumors, and the fake friends, and the guys who liked her for all the wrong reasons, and the family, and the lies, and the unperfect body that she saw that everyone else thought was close to perfect, had gotten to her. She finally had the courage to press down hard enough... and they finally knew that she planned this.

It's not how tragically we suffer but how miracously we live.

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.

I'm not guna give a fuck anymore... If you hurt me, I'm gonna hurt you. That's how it's gonna be from now on...

How can you hide from what never goes away? --- Prozac Nation

One morning you wake up afraid to live. --- Prozac Nation all becomes completely numbing, like so much pounding on a frozen paralyzed limb that bruises but no longer feels. --- Prozac Nation

But then I never had to worry about crash landing becuase I never took off. --- Prozac Nation

It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infitrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry - school, homework, boyfriends, the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of the future, fear of future, fear in general - but it was so hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place - The Dead Girl

On top of feeling sad, I also felt guilty. --- Prozac Nation

I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I'd been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn't quite answer any longer. --- Prozac Nation

I don't care that I don't care, but I do care maybe a little bit about not caring about not caring - but maybe I do feel sorry for all the nice people whose efforts are wasted on a waste case like me. --- Prozac Nation

The have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am. --- Prozac Nation

I did not, you see, want to kill myself. Not at that time, anyway. But I wanted to know that if need be, if the desperation got so terribly bad, I could inflict harm on my body. And I could. Knowing this gave me a sense of peace and power, so I started cutting up my legs all the time. Hiding the scars from my mother became a sport of its own. I collected razor blades, I bought a Swiss Army knife, I became fascinated with different kinds of sharp edges and the different cutting sensations they produced. I tried out different shapes - squares, triangles, pentagons, even an awkwardly carved heart, with a stab wound at its center, wanting to see if it hurt the way a real broken heart could hurt. I was amazed and pleased to find that it didn't. --- Prozac Nation

There were times when she thought she didn't need to do it anymore, times when she thought she was done with it. Cutting made her feel like she was... special, like she had something. She liked having the ability to inflict pain whenever she wanted, and she liked that she could stop it. Not that she really wanted to. When she thought she was done, it made her empty, unsure if this was really living. She would ask herself if this was happiness, and told herself that if it was, she hated it. Cutting made her feel different then everyone else, but she also knew that other people did it for the same reasons, that made her feel that she was a part of something. Then there were times when the tears from her eyes burned a path down her cheek, and her throat was so tight she couldn't scream no matter how much she tried. Those times she would find relief only by cutting up her skin and bleeding out all the painful screams. The pain of living altogether flowed from one simple cut. She didn't care where she cut, arms, legs, stomach, or wrists. As long as she keeps cutting she can live to tomorrow.

You cry yourself to sleep at night I've heard your strangled sobs piercing through the darkness. wishing I could help. You cut your self to take control. I've seen mangled scars running up your arms as plentiful as veins. Wishing I could help You starve your self to grasp what's left I've seen you, thin and not even trying to live. Wishing I could help through all these things I've seen you, wished I could take away the pain. then you took it away your self. I wished I could've helped.

Unperfect. That's what you can call me. After all I am me, and don't fit a certain category. I'm just a girl who lives life day by day and always manages to put a smile on my face. Even if that day I'm a complete mess.

What is depression really? Is there one concrete definition, or has the meaning loosened as our generation has continued it's downhill descent? To me, depression is simply my life. I'm not suicidal. I'm not a cutter. I don't hate the world. I don't dress completely in black. I'm just sad. I've been sad for what feels like my entire life, but that's not true. I was happy once and I can vaguely remember what it felt like, but I can't touch it. I can't get that happiness back, I don't know how. That's what depression is to me, knowing what happiness is, but never being able to touch it, to feel it.- Jenny Leigh

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what's going on with you. How could anybody realize what's happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there's no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it's all gone.

When it seems like everything is wrong and will never be right again remember even the darkest nights must give way to day.

The one person who really knows me best says I'm like a cat, the kind of cat that you just can't pick up and throw into your lap. Yeah the kind who doesn't mind being held only when it's her idea. Yeah the kind who feels what she decides to feel when she's good and ready to feel it. Now I am prowling through the backyard and I am hiding under the car and I've gotten out of everything I've gotten into so far and I eat when I am hungry and I travel alone. Just outside the glow of the house is where I feel most at home.

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation enough. Cutting was my all-purpose solution. My scars ought to be a charm bracelet of memonics, each a permanent reminder of its precipitating event, but maybe the most disturbing thing I can say about the history of my cutting is that for the most part I can't even remember the when’s and the whys behind those wounds. It didn't take much to make me cut. Frustration, humiliation, insecurity, guilt, remorse, loneliness... I cut 'em all out. They were like a poison, caustic and destructive, as though lye had been siphoned into my veins. The only way I could survive them, I thought, was to keep draining them from my blood.

How many cuts could I count? How many could I place in time and context? I had to admit that I couldn't remember the occasion of almost any of them, their catalysts, whether epic or mundane, completely obscured by time. So many moments of supposedly unendurable pain, now utterly forgotten. u start to think, Maybe I don't need this anymore. Maybe I never did I was trying to get equilibrium from two extremes: either I was so upset that I had to cut myself to relieve it, or I was so numb that I had to cut myself to get back to being there.

Let the blood run down your arms then try and tell me everything's okay.

I take the blade and run it gently against my skin, it cuts in deeper and deeper, the blood bursts out and slowly runs down my arm then it stops and the pain goes away.

Cutting doesn't solve anything or take the pain away, but for those few seconds everything is Okay...

Some times in stead of cutting an X on my wrist I make a cross so that the Lord can forgive me for destroying my body, and I also pray that the pain stops as the blood slowly drips onto my sheets.

Crimson tears run down my arm, All the pain and all the harm. My only way to let it out, I wanna scream, I wanna shout. But I don’t make a sound, I keep it inside. I wanna break out, but instead I hide. I sit in my room, and hide in my shell, The life that I’m living, my own private hell. The crimson tears, down my arm they run. I look down at my arm, what have I done? --- Bleedinginside

Every word, another scar, Some people say I cut for attention, Attention is the last thing I want, I tell them I've got my reasons, But what they don't know is, They are the reason I cut, I walk the halls and people talk, Their harsh words cut in deep, Don't they know what they're doing, Every word they say is another scar on my wrist.

As she's breaking down she grabs her razor and she whispers... this time I'm not okay...

I never knew that one singe blade could mess up my life...

There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know that he does not wish to be a part of it...

You're scared because you don't understand... I'm scared because I do.

I'm okay... isn't that what I'm suppose to say?

Depression is merely anger minus the enthusiasm.

I don't cut...
I fell...
I don't cut...
My dog bit me...
I would always tell you,
These easy lies.
When you really didn't know,
I do cut, and cry, and lie.
You don't know me,
So don't even try. --- Dying inside

The razor moves along her wrist like a river, so peacefully, as that red water starts to escape, its hard to make it stop.

Nothing is more dear to them than their own suffering - they are afraid that they will lose it - They feel it, like a whip cracking over their heads, striking them and yet befriending them; it wounds them, but it also reassures them. --- Ugo Betti

Why? Why do I feel so gone? I am now so distant I just don't belong. Now I'm ripped away from existence. I've become so transparent that I lost all substance. Sitting nowhere, breathing fake air. We don't feel anymore, so we can't care. Its about time I clear my throat. Let the hellish screams out till I begin to float. I'd run a million miles from here, just to get out of this cage and escape from fear. You know you're screwed when you crave pain, you wanna bleed all throughout your brain. The blood in my veins is proof of life. I'm not sure if its there, so I reveal it with a knife. Not me any more, don't know myself. Prisoner in my own skin, I no longer comprehend health. It's all in the family they used to say. It's all in the family so it must be ok. They hurt and rape her, they slash and tear her, they kill and torture, they love the terror. We are our own army so lets retaliate. Fight, destroy, show them real hate. Look at the fire in her eyes. That roaring beast never hides. She lost all she ever had. Blood seeps through her skin cause it hurts so bad. Her shattered heart pounds against her breast, scattered pieces cutting holes in her chest. Slowly she fades as she quickly she drowns. Covered in guilt, sequestered from sounds. Tilting on the edge, about to fall off. Her mind is so lacerated it has become leathery and soft.-Anonymous

That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.

How will you know I am hurting, If you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my body Tells what words cannot explain.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, Everything's fine.

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat. 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be," said the Cat. 'or you wouldn't have come here.'"

Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.

"...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt." - Prozac Nation

Don't let yourself become so angry that you stop loving, because one day, you'll wake up from that anger, and the person you love will be gone.

Tough times don't last but tough people do. fuck your past … don't let is fuck with you...

That's the problem with cutting. Once you start, you can't stop. It's addicting, cutting is my drug. It serves its purpose perfectly. Once I cut, I forget about everything that has been wrong. All that is left is my concentration on my cut. I forget about everything but the pain. Pain has become my world.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Annual Befrienders Conderence matters-Host Chennai- center Sneha

Dear All,
Sneha as part of its 25th Anniversary Celebrations is hosting the National Conference of Befrienders India at Chennai from 23rd September to 25th September 2011.
Theme of the Conference :
Befriending ­– Barriers ,Boundaries & Beyond
The Conference will be held at The Green Coconut, a beautiful, spacious resort hotel with conference facilities, situated on ECR, Chennai.
The Conference commences on 23rd September (9 am) and closes on Sunday 25th September 2011 (2 pm)
Every effort is being made to keep the cost to a minimum by obtaining local sponsors for the conference & workshop.
Accommodation is available at Green Coconut, ECR. Chennai ( Conference Venue)on a double occupancy basis .If single occupancy is required, it will be necessary to pay a premium.
No 11,Park View Road, RA Puram
Chennai – 28
Tel No: 044- 24640050
The Secretariat will be pleased to assist intending delegates with any extra information and may be contacted by post, email, or telephone.
After the inauguration of the conference each centre will be given 5 minutes to introduce participating delegates and talk about the centre.
. We have identified the following few topics based on the theme of the Conference.
1. Difficulties in reaching out to very young callers.(in the context of the increase in such callers)
2. Understanding beyond words and listening to Non-Verbal cues.
3. The importance of emotional well-being of volunteers
4. Suicide of a caller –How it impacts the centre’s morale and volunteers’ confidence
5. Volunteer Ethics
6. Befriending in the case of suicide pacts/clusters/groups etc
7. The challenges of creating greater awareness of our services
8. Handling extremely abusive and angry callers
9. Befriending in changing times – New Era, New Skills
10 Handling our prejudices, values and judgements
11.Outreach – Going beyond befriending
All the permanent centres may choose any one of the above mentioned topics and let us know their choice. The topics will be allotted on a "first come, first served" basis.
In addition to the above,suggestions of topics falling under the theme of the conference are welcome.


As regards to your querry, as per the practice there will be no restriction on the number of volunteers to attend the conference from a particular centre. Each centre will be allotted three free bursaries (including the director). If there are more than three from a centre they may have to pay Rs.4000/- (approx) each which includes food, stay and transport charges for the three days of conference. (3 days breakfast and lunch and 2 dinner, stay on double sharing for 3 days and 2 nights and conference charges).

Conference Coordinator
No.11 Park View Road
Chennai 600028, INDIA
Phone : 044+24642465
Personal : 09840499835