HUEMAN

Talking to people has not only taught me, it has formed me and ingested into me the personality I am today. Talking to people has also helped me find myself, my place and my purpose in the society.The want and need to be different in a society that has adopted typicality as its ideology is indeed a tiresome plight that a few- like I- have chose to take upon themselves. 

I believe that the human race is made of colours and to be different is a gift. Even as a young child, I grew up as a mismatch that was more often ignored than misunderstood. I never fit in with girls and their little cliques and Barbie was never my favourite person. In fact, every Barbie I received for birthdays and Christmas made me wonder why is society socialized as such that girls like Barbie dolls. Living in a surrounding that subjected me to stereotyping bore me the label : NERD. Just because I found comfort in books and found Literature invigorating alongside History, many my age considered me weird, boring and old school. It would be a blatant lie if I said that the fact that I was very different from other children never bothered me. It did bother me, in fact it bothered me so much that there were nights when I would just lie in bed hating myself for being the odd one out.

 "With maturity, comes acceptance." -  Joshua Thevavelan

My daddy's words held a lot of truth, when I look back now. As I grew up, I began to accept myself and my differences. I knew I was meant to be different all along but somehow making peace with that fact was a thoroughly difficult process. In today's world, many are still struggling with against this Giant called SELF, failing to grow up in the process of growing old. The ability to accept has become such a rare attribute that it is almost an art that one has to learn how to master. 


Acceptance begins with one's self. It is always easier to accept others, as much as it is easier to judge others.  Self acceptance can be coined as one of the biggest struggles of the generation today, for individuality has lost its meaning resulting in a whole generation of vibrant people trying to de-colourize themselves in order to fit themselves into a bland picture known as the Social Community. The want for the acceptance of others has overpowered individualism and the need for assurance has outweighed personality; the very sad yet undeniably true status quo of the globalized world.


And at dusk, when it comes to reflecting on who I truly am as a member of the society, as a daughter, as friend, as a teacher-in-the-making, as a person, all I see is colours. I am defined by colours and justified by hue. I will not allow myself to be silenced by the screams of the world around me to lose my hue neither would I give in on this battle to celebrate the colours I am made of. Just like a peacock's  feather, I too am made of vibrant exuberance and most importantly colours. For I am only HUEMAN.

"...vibrant exuberance and most importantly, colours."