“Stop Allergic Piramal”: A Self-Reflexive Note from a Ruptured Self

“Stop Allergic Piramal”: A Self-Reflexive Note from a Ruptured Self

Posted on 19th April, 2025 (GMT 07:02 hrs)

ABSTRACT

​In this narrative, the author intertwines personal anguish with systemic critique, portraying how financial betrayal manifests as physical ailment. After losing life savings in the DHFL crisis, the narrator experiences psychosomatic symptoms—itching skin, rashes, anxiety—symbolizing the deep scars left by economic injustice. The piece uses the metaphor of medication, specifically “StopAllerg,” to highlight how treatments may numb symptoms but fail to address underlying causes. This narrative serves as a poignant commentary on how corporate greed and institutional failures inflict both psychological and physiological harm on victimized individuals.

I pop the STOP ALLERG 10MG TAB and wonder—am I trying to cure an allergy, or just medicating my grief?

After losing my life savings in DHFL, something inside me snapped. Not just mentally, but physically too. My body has started speaking the language of my despair—itchy skin, strange rashes, a crawling anxiety I can’t quite name. It’s as if the trauma of financial betrayal has found shelter under my skin.

It’s not mine alone to bear. A symptom of dis-ease that could’ve become a sinthome now festers across lakhs entangled in this present politico-economic construct. The epidemic of voracity has birthed, in its shadow, an epidemic of angst.

I heard that even those who prescribed our ruin—the ones who decided we deserved a 77% haircut on our fixed deposits—suffer from similar dermatological issues. It’s somewhat poetic, isn’t it? That the disease might be shared, though not the symptoms. They, apparently, got their prescription straight from Piramal Pharma. Maybe their itching is from greed, the southpaw type, and the pills just numb it enough to carry on. Ours is a helpless thrownness into the heart of an extinguishment scenario—where words like “agency” and “accountability” flicker in their dying moments, while the posterity dims into the ashes of deceit!

But unlike them, I live the side effects—dizziness, xerostomia, nausea, drowsiness, headache, anxiety, blurred vision, constipation, and diarrhea. Each symptom whispers a story. Not of allergies, but of betrayal, powerlessness, and the slow erosion of dignity. The medicine treats symptoms, not causes. It numbs, it distracts. But my body remembers. My savings are gone. My future feels like a half-scribbled prescription that no one wants to read.

They call this drug a solution. I call it a metaphor. Illness As Metaphor!

Consider the following as your warning label—your disclaimer. If this hits home, it’s meant for you. Pay attention—this matters.

 STOP ALLERGIC PIRAMAL 
A middle-class side effect story

I lost my life savings in #DHFL. Now I’m losing my health. The stress? It’s not just in my head anymore—my skin burns, my gut twists, my sleep is broken.

The doctors call it psychosomatic.
I call it economic violence.

The decision-makers gave us 77% haircuts.
The decision-makers got pills from Piramal.
I got side effects:
Dizziness. Anxiety. Constipation. Diarrhea.
My body is protesting what the courts systemically ignored.

They took “StopAllerg” to cure their itching greed.
I take it to survive. But it can’t fix this betrayal.

Why persist in the vicious spiral of corporate pillage, veiled behind the sterile mask of medical nemesis?

 #StopAllergicPiramal
 #DHFLScam
 #FinancialAbuse
 #JusticeForFDHFLHolders
 #MiddleClassBroken
 #PsychoSocialJustice