How the Corrupted Media Mafia Tried to Ruin my Life🔗

-Trisha Singh

Trisha Singh, an innocent 15-year-old, was prey to the atrocities and perversions of the extremist Hindu militant terrorist groups who have been relentlessly attempting to assassinate her Guru, His Divine Holiness Paramahamsa Nithyananda. This time, they were targeting her also.

I had met Swamiji when I was 10 years old, and spent much of my time volunteering at the Aadheenam.

On 2 February 2011, I was 15 years old. Like many devotees from Bangalore, I was at the Aadheenam, volunteering for an important press conference that Swamiji was giving on that day. The press was seated in front of the stage, occupying the front half of the hall, and we were all seated at the back. I was seated by the door, handing out badges to the members of the press. I got many curious glances from the members of the press, and I was feeling uncomfortable being stared at in that matter.

When the press conference started, many of the cameramen from the press began turning their cameras towards me instead of the stage, where Swamiji was sitting. My consent, nor my mother's (who was sitting next to me), was asked when they started clicking these pictures. I could tell that they were especially focusing on me, making my picture a part of their sleazy story about Swamiji.

I made it through the conference, listening to Swamiji's words, and trying my best not to pay attention to the cameramen, whose cameras kept flashing in my face. The next morning, I woke up to my mother's voice on the phone, speaking to someone about me. She had been getting calls all morning from friends and relatives, because of an article in this newspaper: They were asking her how she could possibly send her teenage daughter to the Aadheenam. My aunt asked her, “Who will marry her now? You have destroyed her future by sending her there!” I couldn’t believe they were saying these things. I went to school that day, and our day began with spending the first half an hour of the day reading the newspaper. As we went through the paper, my classmates all came across the article about Swamiji with my picture. For the next few weeks I was mocked and made fun of, and all my friends had stopped talking to me.

I didn’t know what to do. I had never been ostracised this way, and being a 15-year old teenager with endless insecurities already, this made the next few months hell for me. I didn’t want to go to school, I lost interest in my studies, in my friends, in everything. I would have outbursts where I would start crying suddenly, and I couldn’t understand why at times. I never knew the meaning of depression at that age, and I couldn’t understand the sadness that I was feeling.

It took me many months to come out of this, for my peers to forget that article, and for me to get through the school year normally.