I AM DEFINED BY ...

I am defined by ...

When i sat down to write a few words about me, i was struck with writer's block. I guess for me, writing about myself was the toughest job. That makes me one among the masses, as we fail to see what we are, unless told by others.

So, before analyzing myself, i went on a quizzing spree.
My parents are the first persons i turn to for anything and for this too I went to them first.
My dad was busy reading a newspaper, when i asked him the question. His answer was that i was a good daughter.
Next i went to my mother, expecting the same gleeful answer. Her answer was that i was the procrastinating Queen.Not so gleeful.

Next step to my friends. All their answers were unanimous. They said Books define me. For the life of  me, i could not understand it. I may be spending most part of my time with my favourite books, but how does that define me? As a bookworm? I kept that as the answer.

Finally before doing the self psychoanalysis, i turned to my dog. As soon as i asked him the question, Tom's response was to lift his forelimbs. I patted his head and he went back to playing with his tail. He said that i was a good caretaker. Didn't he?

Though the easy method was to ask others about myself, it is never the correct method.

So, what am i defined by?

The little girl looked up at the sky,
She felt it was so high!

She wanted to conquer it all,
As soon as she grew up tall!

At six, she told a story,
With all it's glory!

She never stopped with that,
and she was never a brat!

Writing was her passion,
Soon drawing came into fashion.

Enthusiasm was never at loss,
She also made her first sauce.

A little adamant, but more respectful,
Her glass was always half full!

The girl had green fingers,
And was always envious of singers.

She had no limits for her ambition,
and everything fed into her passion!

She is asked to define herself,
When she always cares less about self.

She lives among many worlds,
And to describe her, she has nothing but a few words!

I have tried my best to define myself in the above few words.
Some might find it arrogantly ego-centric. I have not highlighted the negative part of mine. No one can deny that they are made up of complete positiveness. Both the good and the bad make the world and we human beings, as a part of that world are made up of the same too.
But, psychologically, as a person, we always overlook the fault within us. It is easy to find fault with others. As i said in the beginning, it is always others who find the fault within you. That is also good in a way to retain the optimism within oneself.

Also, a person can never be defined by one quality.
I have innumerable qualities in myself and others define me by what is more pronounced for them.
I see myself as a good daughter, a good student,a good friend, a good writer, a good cook, a good craft maker, a good care taker and i can see myself trying everyday to be a good human being.

No one can be stereotyped. I can define me by any of my qualities and they are never wrong.
No one should refrain themselves to only one stereotype.
If you can be a good cook, you can be a good writer too and as the woman we are, we should never be afraid to come out of the shell that the society is always imposing on us.

It is high time that we start the change in ourselves and the first step is to understand yourself to know your full potential and never be afraid to show it to the world.


This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus
 

MY JOURNEY FROM OR TO AND

Journey from OR to AND

Whenever i was asked what i would like to become in the future, my earliest answer was,' to become a doctor'. I have no idea how the idea came into my head, but it was there in my head as long as i can remember, and i think it was deep rooted. 

It took another incident in my life to give me an idea that i can be even better.

It was my last exam in class 2. It was an oral test of some sort, which i don't remember. We had all given our exams and we were made to wait till the time that the bell would ring  which would be more than an hour or so. We all were sitting together in the tiny chairs that the primary school classrooms had. My friend and i was sitting together and we chatted with our bags on our laps. Soon we ran out of topics to speak as those innocent minds had nothing more to gossip about. It was boring to just look at each other and stare at walls.

Suddenly, i had a brilliant idea. 
I told her that i would tell her a story.

 Yes. Of all the things in the world, a story.

I think i must have been good at making up stories even then, because i still can't understand my need to tell a story. As soon as i started telling, the teacher in charge called my name loudly and asked me to keep quiet. 

How could i?
I had a story to finish.
I was desperate. 
And i found a solution.

I opened my Popeye bag and pulled out my notebook. I tore out a single page from it and i could see the teacher looking my way, as it made a great noise in the near silent classroom.
Ignoring the twenty-nine plus one head staring at me, i opened my pencil box and took one red and black striped pencil. It was sharpened soon, and with as much as enthusiasm i could gather from that indifferent surrounding, i started writing my first story.

It was given to my friend for reading, and that evening on seeing the paper in my bag, my parents got to read it, and i got a new notebook for writing stories. I could remember being so proud about it the whole month. And as far as i can remember, that summer was spent in filling up the notebook. I still have that notebook and when i turn the pages, i can't help laughing out loud on reading some of them. 

But that particular incident, though it had happened ages ago, made me realize that i can write stories too. I don't even remember the story i wrote. All i can remember is the feeling of confidence that it gave me, even then.

Soon, i started telling everyone that i wanted to be a doctor and a writer.
People were amused at such a young girl wanting to be a writer. Some encouraged me and some who didn't was given my story notebook to read.  After all, every writer wants everyone to read their work.

On going down the memory lane, even i am amused to find that one of my passions in life was a result of an action that was done at the spur of the moment. Many people had described their life changing moments to be a big one. But mine was an action that was triggered by the dull atmosphere and the teacher who forbade me to talk.No matter how big or small it is, the impact it leaves in your life is what really matters.

No one told me to write that story. No one told me to think that i could be a writer as well.

But everyone had one question to the tiny tot. 
Sometimes the elders can't take that a child could be intelligent too. 
What they want from a child always is a childish answer.
I was asked,'You want to be a doctor as well as a writer?'
'How is that possible? You can either be a doctor or a writer. You cannot be both!'
But i had an answer for them. I told them that i can and that i will see my patients and in between seeing my patients, i will write stories.

It was told by a child, but it was an answer. 

It was my answer to make the 'Or' in my life as 'And'.

It was the start of my journey against Or and it never ended.
Whenever i face the possibility of And in my life, i ask myself 'Why not?'
This made me realize and open to  many of my interets and passions and they are all equally important to me in my life.

No wonder, i want the author profile in my first book to read as 'The author is a renowned  physician and in her spare time, she blogs about her other passions, such as art and jewellery making'




 This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus