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"Throughout the journey of my life, new identities I gather. So, Don't ask me my identity" - a piece of poetry about the different roles women play.
“Throughout the journey of my life, new identities I gather. So, Don’t ask me my identity” – a piece of poetry about the different roles women play.
I am born as a daughter,
Innocent, beautiful and full of grace
Whom the entire family lovingly embrace.
I am dressed in pink and given dolls to play.
With my tiny feet, I run around the house spreading joy.
As I grow up, my father gives my hand to a man.
With a heavy heart and eyes full of tears
I leave my loving home which is full of love and care.
To bid this home a good bye, I am bound
And I take only with me the sweet memories of childhood.
Thus starts the new journey of my life by becoming someone’s wife.
I take care of the entire family
And by working hard day and night, I gladly take up all the responsibilities.
I break my lavish dream world with my own hands
And I indulge in household chores to support my man.
Then I am blessed with a child.
The journey of a mother begins which is full of bitter delight.
I sacrifice my night sleep
And feed the child whenever she weeps.
I look after her day and night
Nurturing and teaching her to make her future bright.
I am a daughter, wife and mother.
Throughout the journey of my life, new identities I gather.
So, Don’t ask me my identity.
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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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