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Who am I? I am many things, and all things possible, says this lovely poem on the self.
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One of the top 5 entries for August’s Muse of the Month writing theme, with the cue “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am”, taken from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.
When the moon peeps out
from behind grey clouds
creating hope on a dull night
I am darkness.
When an ink pen my lover gifted
our first year together
turns up once declared lost
I am fortunate.
When water splashes against
rocks as it makes its way down
hidden waterfall in the woods
I am sadness.
When I give up trying after
Eight years of giving it my all
the strip turns a deep red
I am living dead.
When sweat drips down my back
on a warm summer’s day
of heated arguments in the park
I am the light.
When your voice fails you
after vowing to never stay mute
unsaid is our only conversation
I am the words.
When an ice cream truck makes
a loud sound on its way around
with cheering kids chasing it
I am happiness.
When I watch her laugh without
worries, qualms or inhibitions
consumed by emotions
I am whole.
When an aeroplane takes flight
with it my heart in my mouth
cotton-candy clouds calm me down
I am at peace.
When fears envelope my thoughts
each night as I toss and turn in bed
Waiting for dawn to break
I am the nightmare.
When my imagination rewrites
reality in the way you hoped
and wished it would end
I am broken.
When everything makes me cry
I am the dream.
I take a deep breath
and calm my racing heart.
I am here,
a contradiction.
Everything and nothing
visible and invisible
the silence and the song.
Pic credit: Ley (Used under a Creative Commons license)
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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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