I think this post is an Identity Crisis.
All I ever wanted to be called was by name. Albeit,my name never made much sense to me,I still would have been like to be called by it rather than the vastly expressive pronouns people used.
It first started when I entered First Grade. They instantly assign a number to you and for the rest of the year thats all you were to be known as. This process continues till you finish schooling on varying levels of intensity.
Each day of school they have particular activities. But your turn at the activity does not come until your roll number does. Henceforth,everything you do in an academic year is determined by your roll number. And frankly its a little putting off because everyone strives that at least once they are recognized by their name
Personally,far more than a roll number I was known as Poornima's younger sister. It didn't hurt that much during the initial years. But when I hit the stage where I felt the urge to carve out my own identity,it became impossible to break out of this mold.
Most teachers in the 5 schools I attended, had high expectations of me,mainly because my sister did extremely well in her eleven years of schooling. To an extent, I too tried to achieve this. But after a point and multiple failures later,it became taxing. Pretty soon I stopped trying to be what others wanted me to be and tried to find my identity.
What I am trying to say here is probably this: Do not ever try to mold yourself to a stereotype or to expectations. Be what you want to be. Experiment if you are unsure. Venture out of your comfort zone,find your path and above all stick to it irrespective of what anyone around you thinks about it. This does not have to be specific age group. You can be old,frail,young,adolescent and still be unsure of who you are. What matters the most is you being true to yourself.
This was kind of a rant and it really helped me get things off my chest. I hope this an eye opener for those who need it and an inspiration for those who are on this path themselves.
-Vaishali Ramesh
All I ever wanted to be called was by name. Albeit,my name never made much sense to me,I still would have been like to be called by it rather than the vastly expressive pronouns people used.
It first started when I entered First Grade. They instantly assign a number to you and for the rest of the year thats all you were to be known as. This process continues till you finish schooling on varying levels of intensity.
Each day of school they have particular activities. But your turn at the activity does not come until your roll number does. Henceforth,everything you do in an academic year is determined by your roll number. And frankly its a little putting off because everyone strives that at least once they are recognized by their name
Personally,far more than a roll number I was known as Poornima's younger sister. It didn't hurt that much during the initial years. But when I hit the stage where I felt the urge to carve out my own identity,it became impossible to break out of this mold.
Most teachers in the 5 schools I attended, had high expectations of me,mainly because my sister did extremely well in her eleven years of schooling. To an extent, I too tried to achieve this. But after a point and multiple failures later,it became taxing. Pretty soon I stopped trying to be what others wanted me to be and tried to find my identity.
What I am trying to say here is probably this: Do not ever try to mold yourself to a stereotype or to expectations. Be what you want to be. Experiment if you are unsure. Venture out of your comfort zone,find your path and above all stick to it irrespective of what anyone around you thinks about it. This does not have to be specific age group. You can be old,frail,young,adolescent and still be unsure of who you are. What matters the most is you being true to yourself.
This was kind of a rant and it really helped me get things off my chest. I hope this an eye opener for those who need it and an inspiration for those who are on this path themselves.
-Vaishali Ramesh
