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IDENTITY IS SELF MADE NOT FOLLOWING THE SAME PATH!

Naysa Shrivastava

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”-Dr. Seuss

I would like to start with some questions , what's your dream ? What makes you an individual with individuality? What makes you proud of yourself and for the first time in life you have felt that you haven't copy anyone , this is your own ?

Now , I would like to tell you some views about what identity is? and some instances that happened to me . Firstly , we all know that , when we were kids , people used to recognise us because of our parents or brother or sister . Like , 'oh !! You are his son or daughter .' We like this way of recognition till our childhoods not after that , we want our own identity , we want that people should know us because, we are doing something different not because we are "his or her daughter" you know what I mean .

I still remember my computer teacher asked me, what's you dream ? I said I want to be a Fashion designer. She further asked that your parents are professors still you want to join this path? That was kind of' bolt from the blues' for me because I was like oh shit! never thought about it . I realised that day , making your identity can be questioned by anyone else and you have to go through many judgements .I had many questions in my head that day , like , 'why to judge this field only , why not she questioned those who said, they want to be engineer or doctor ? '

When I was in 9th grade , my math teacher used to humiliate me by saying that 'you are nothing in front of your brother .' You know what's the beautiful and logical reason behind this statement . I WAS BAD IN MATHEMATICS .Many people ,even the watchman of my school used to say 'your marks are nothing in front of his marks .' In front of my class , my math teacher used to compare me with my brother and not in a good sense but only in a insulting manner . I was depressed .My brother made me realise that I was so stupid . I was crying over the things that my brother never said . I realised, why am I giving this much importance to these things ? My brother never said this to me , an outsider did . My brother loves me, more than anything else and he supports me , my dreams , everything and I am depressing over those rubbish things . The lesson I got from the incident was that 'It doesn't matter, if someone calls you a loser because you have your own individuality , you are bad at one thing but you are good at many things . The day I realised , I am good at many things and I can excell in that field . From that day I have my own identity , no one has the power to make me upset by saying mean things to me because my brother matters and he doesn't mind .

EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN IDENTITY , EVEN IF THEY DREAM ABOUT SOMETHING WHICH IS DIFFERENT OR NOT GOOD AT SOMETHING .YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE YOUR OWN IDENTITY, WHEN YOU ARE DIFFERENT NOT IF YOU FOLLOWS THE SAME PATH EVERYONE IS FOLLOWING .


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