Then the ladies revealed that Kripa had fallen from the first-floor balcony; the following day they said it was the second floor. Slowly, each day they came closer to the truth and by the time her daughter came to consciousness, the mother learned about the eighty feet fall. While doctors worked tirelessly and relatives and friends prayed fervently, the soft-hearted mother survived a possible traumatic attack because of the way the community rallied around her.
But imagine if she were active on WhatsApp, she probably would have faced the shock much earlier. The different groups on WhatsApp would have posted the news and the photographs, and informed her about the details of the tragedy.
Thirty-five-year-old Mumbai lady, Shiela, a baptized veteran of the social media culture was rudely woken to its dangers. By her admission, she was addicted to WhatsApp- she’d take Selfies or update her FB status every half hour.
Pritam, her husband, worked two thousand miles away in Kolkatta and flew back home to his family on an alternate weekend. One early morning as he went for his morning walk, so far away from home, a speeding car hit him, and he met instant death. Even as his colleagues and friends wondered how to break the news to his wife, within half an hour of the accident, as Shiela rose from her bed, she got the news rather grossly and insensitively.
Her first daily ritual: check FB and Whatsapp and read the funny jokes and enjoy the viral videos. She believed the best way to begin our day is to laugh every morning and what better way than check out the humor that friends shared freely on Whatsapp. On this morning though, on a few WhatsApp groups that she was active in, she saw her husband’s mutilated body and messages of ‘let’s pray for the departed soul.’ She got hysterical.
To be continued….