When news broke about the tragic Ahmedabad plane crash, Somy Ali, founder of No More Tears, froze. For a moment, time itself seemed to stand still. “In the blink of an eye, so many lives—entire futures—were erased,” she shared, recalling the overwhelming grief and helplessness she felt.
As someone who has spent the past two decades rescuing victims of human trafficking and domestic abuse, Somy is no stranger to tragedy—but this one, she says, hit differently. “I immediately thought of the families. Of the parents who won’t be coming home. Of the final text messages never read.”
Somy reflected on how many times No More Tears has flown survivors back home via Air India. “Perhaps even on that very plane,” she mused, highlighting the deep connection she feels to the lives lost.
But the crash wasn’t just a national tragedy—it became a deeply personal reckoning. “We say ‘live in the moment,’ but how many of us actually do?” she asks. “We chase careers, approval, closure—and forget the most urgent truth: now is all we ever have.”
Her words serve not only as a tribute to the lives lost but also as a raw confessional. From regrets about a lost friend named Divya Bharti to candid admissions of emotional mistakes, Somy confronts her past with humility and brutal honesty.
“I’ve wasted time on things that didn’t matter. Held on to pain too long. But days like this… they shake your soul. And they teach you to let go, to forgive, to say what needs to be said.”
As the founder of an organization rooted in compassion, Somy doesn’t just reflect on grief. She also speaks out about justice—both systemic and personal. She shares her frustrations with the hypocrisy of Bollywood, revealing how she has been boycotted and silenced for speaking her truth.
“Let’s take Bollywood for example. They’ve all boycotted me because of one man. He’s fabricated atrocious lies about me and instructed everyone not to talk to me. Why? Because I spoke up.”
The former actress-turned-activist has no qualms naming names. From unpaid dues by filmmakers to broken promises and public gaslighting, Somy details a system that thrives on power, silence, and complicity.
She names powerful personalities, recalls phone conversations that betrayed her trust, and financial exploitation that went unaddressed. “People play games,” she says flatly. “That’s how Bollywood works. It’s highly hypocritical, and nothing has changed since the ’90s.”
Despite this, she remains clear-eyed and compassionate. She praises Shah Rukh Khan and Gauri Khan for their grace and dignity, even as she expresses confusion over their social choices.
“Gauri has never treated me with disrespect. She has class, intellect, and kindness. But even then, I wonder—would they leave their daughter alone around a known abuser?”
For Somy, questions like these are not rhetorical. They are gut-checks for a society too often numbed to exploitation.
She ends her statement with a plea: “Hold your loved ones a little closer tonight. Life is far too fragile. Let’s not wait for another tragedy to remind us of what truly matters.”
Whether you agree with her views or not, one thing is certain: Somy Ali is no longer afraid to speak, to feel, or to be misunderstood. In a world where truth is often a casualty of power, hers is a voice that refuses to be silenced.
