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My legs may be shaky but I want to stand on them only.
Shaky legs I visit the doctor with my wobbly, shaky legs. He takes a long look and decides upon a beautiful label: Osteoarthritis! Gazing at him with my wrinkled yet clear eyes, I ask, what does it mean doctor? “The cartilage is worn, no worries, We will fix,” peering through his glasses, Says he, “when did the shakes begin? As I speak, a betrayed smile jiggles on my Seventy-five-year-old face. At twelve, my legs looked buxom Like a rubber ball. The onlookers would stop by And steal a look. I shuddered the first time around when those strong hands, Giving two hoots to my agonizing screams, Tore them apart. However, in no time these Plushded up nicely with lean muscles of youth, Akin to the fleshy thighs of a hen. When they tremored the next time, It was in sheer intoxication of youth. Married in the next four years, A pair of strong legs conjoined my lonely legs. A princess in my own fairyland, Ecstatic, I walked gracefully in all sauciness. A fine morning, the other pair of legs left home And never did return. Numerous legs walked along mine at this point in time And wounded mine a greater number of time. The jolt thus experienced was a bit too much For my poor legs to take. So, for once, I decided To forsake the company of all, As I adored my own more. Many years passed by since then. White moles have blossomed upon my Gentle skin and my vigor is but a story of the past. No one on the streets would stop and admire; And I have ceased to care. A walking stick was offered to help me out, Which I politely rejected. “How about crutches” the doctor blurted in between. I cut him short and firmly stated: However weak and wobbly they may be, They are mine and my own And I like to stand on them only!
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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