Introduction: Trauma With a Side of Chai
We call it discipline, sacrifice, duty, or sanskaar. Abroad, missing one therapy session might trigger texts, wellness check-ins, and a new self-help podcast. In India, your father hasn’t spoken to you properly in six years and the explanation is: “Arre, that’s just how he is.”
The real problem? Trauma in India is mostly silent. Emotional neglect, comparisons sharper than knives, intergenerational shame—masked as normal life. And the scary part: we’ve normalised it so thoroughly that many of us don’t even see it as trauma.
1. The Wounds Without Scars
Not all wounds bleed. Some sit quietly, like that unwashed Tupperware in your fridge—smelly, heavy, and impossible to ignore.
A teenager in Delhi tops his class. His father’s reaction?
“Good. But Sharma ji’s son got 99.”
Congratulations! You now have comparison trauma as a party favour. Abroad, kids get stickers for effort. In India, you get generational guilt.
A 2024 Lancet study shows over 60% of Indian adolescents report anxiety, low self-worth, or depressive symptoms—but only 15% get any professional support. Childhood neglect is trauma abroad; here, it’s “character-building”.
Imagine being a child who gets shouted at for minor mistakes, ignored for years, or constantly compared to cousins. These are invisible wounds, but heavy enough to tilt life’s balance. And when adults shrug, we learn silence is survival.
2. India’s Addiction to Comparison
Comparison is India’s national sport. Everyone is competing—even if it’s silently, with passive-aggressive remarks.
Every Indian child knows the script:
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“Beta, 92%? Sharma ji’s son got 95.”
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Drawings? Abroad: fridge gallery. India: laminated, framed, and criticized.
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Your career? “Look at your college senior, already in Canada.”
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By 30: “That friend bought a flat.”
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By 40: “Sharma ji’s grandchild solved a Rubik’s cube blindfolded.”
This is comparison trauma, and it suffocates.
2023 NCRB data: one student dies by suicide every hour in India, mostly due to exam pressure or parental expectations. Yet families sigh: “So tragic… kids these days are too sensitive.” No. Kids are suffocated. The only sensitive thing is our obsession with being better than someone else.
In Shame Wears My Name, Aryan experiences this constantly: report cards, cousins, neighbourhood kids—measured against invisible rulers. No villains, no explosions. Just quiet, relentless echoes: “Not good enough.” Half India, half heartbreak, fully relatable.
3. The Economics of Silence
Step outside the home. Into the office. Indian workplaces thrive on silent suffering.
Boss calls at 11 p.m. with “urgent work”? Smile. Manager takes credit for your project? Smile. HR exists mostly to protect the company, not you.
Abroad, people quit loudly on LinkedIn: “Toxic workplace. I choose myself.” In India, you quietly update your CV at midnight while telling relatives, “Yes, job is going well.”
2025 Deloitte survey: 67% of Indian employees report burnout, only 8% seek help. Why? Speaking up costs more than swallowing the pain.
We swallow: long promotions, unfair marriages, harassment, micro-aggressions—all washed down with cutting chai. Silence becomes a performance.
Aryan in my novel navigates a similar maze: deadlines, bossy managers, and colleagues’ petty politics. Silence is not peace—it’s the cost of survival.
4. The Gendered Wound
In India:
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Men: silence = masculinity. Crying = weakness. Emotional outlet = cricket commentary or Zomato reviews.
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Women: silence = survival. Speak up? “Ruins reputation.” Complain about workload? “It’s your duty.”
UN Women: 77% of Indian women experience domestic violence; 86% never report it. Silence feels safer than “attention-seeking.”
Men? Society celebrates those who never cry—until their bottled-up trauma turns into anger, violence, or heart disease.
Our only gender-neutral therapy? Complaining about Bangalore traffic.
In Shame Wears My Name, Aryan witnesses both genders trapped in these expectations. No explosions, no dramatic twists. Just subtle, corrosive pressures that shape behavior for life.
5. Why We Call It Drama, Not Trauma
Even when people try to talk trauma, Indians dismiss it as drama:
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Girl shares abuse? “Bas, overthinking mat karo.”
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Boy admits depression? “Be strong. Stop acting like a victim.”
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Colleague takes mental health leave? “Bro, just wanted a holiday.”
Indian vocabulary for trauma is shallow. Abroad: micro-aggressions, intergenerational trauma, emotional neglect. India: “timepass” or “attention-seeking.”
Pain doesn’t vanish when called drama—it mutates into silence, resentment, and self-doubt.
6. What Silence Mutates Into
Silence is not neutral. It mutates:
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Boy never speaks up? Becomes a man who nods politely while feeling invisible.
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Woman told to ignore harassment? Teaches her daughter to stay quiet.
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Burned-out employee? Becomes the manager who normalises 14-hour workdays.
Invisible trauma shapes individuals—and replicates across generations.
Aryan discovers this firsthand. Silence isn’t just what happens—it’s what you perform. And by the time you realize, it has rewired your emotional DNA.
7. Breaking the Legacy of Quiet
Here’s the good news: silence isn’t destiny.
We inherit it like an old steel almirah—heavy, ugly, impossible to throw out. But unlike an almirah, we can choose not to pass it on.
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Schools: teach emotional literacy alongside algebra.
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Workplaces: mental health policies need to be more than annual wellness emails.
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Families: unlearn “don’t tell anyone.”
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Individuals: treat therapy as essential, not luxury.
Abroad, conversations break stigma. In India, conversations break people. That has to change.
Closing: The Noise We Owe Ourselves
India’s invisible traumas whisper. They sit at our dining tables, cubicles, bedrooms, convincing us pain is “normal life.”
But normal doesn’t have to mean silent. Normal doesn’t have to mean inherited shame.
This is why I wrote Shame Wears My Name. Aryan’s story is half India, half heartbreak—showing how silence shapes a life, a family, a country—until someone dares to name it.
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We may not fix India’s trauma epidemic overnight, but the first step is simple: stop calling it normal. Start calling it what it is.
Silence may be golden. But in India, it’s killing us softly.
