I was the older of us two siblings. My brother was younger than me, by a good four years, but as far as talent and genius was concerned, he must have been ahead by atleast a decade. He was a student, par excellence, possessed a golden voice, which though had not received any formal training, could mesmerize any audience. He could play the tabla and the pakhawaj, and was also the best NCC cadet, in the last years of his school. My bro was passionate about trekking, photography and also managed to represent the Medical College Students Union, for a few years. To put it shortly, he excelled in everything, he put his head into. Despite the fact that he was involved in so many activities, he nevertheless has managed to evolve as a scientist of certain reckoning, today.
I was always, wanting to be, what my brother was like. I longed for all the adulation and importance bestowed on him, by all and sundry, and especially from my parents, I longed for a word of appreciation. Slowly and unknowingly, I started looking down on my own identity and in the process, started losing out on my self esteem. I was emulating and living a personality, which was not my own. When, I come to think of it now, I was not a run-of-the-mill student, either. I earned recognition at school as a good singer, won a prize for writing, and was very interested in quizzing. However, I was so engrossed in donning a pseudo personality, that I failed to identify my own real qualities, believe in them and to nurture them. I failed out on creating an identity for myself.
Time for some introspection and catharsis....Although, it is a boon to be able to excel in many spheres, when one is spoilt with choices, it is important to remember, that, each one has the potential to nurture mediocrity into talent. what is needed is belief in oneself, and the ability to focus and persevere.
Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy
I was always, wanting to be, what my brother was like. I longed for all the adulation and importance bestowed on him, by all and sundry, and especially from my parents, I longed for a word of appreciation. Slowly and unknowingly, I started looking down on my own identity and in the process, started losing out on my self esteem. I was emulating and living a personality, which was not my own. When, I come to think of it now, I was not a run-of-the-mill student, either. I earned recognition at school as a good singer, won a prize for writing, and was very interested in quizzing. However, I was so engrossed in donning a pseudo personality, that I failed to identify my own real qualities, believe in them and to nurture them. I failed out on creating an identity for myself.
Time for some introspection and catharsis....Although, it is a boon to be able to excel in many spheres, when one is spoilt with choices, it is important to remember, that, each one has the potential to nurture mediocrity into talent. what is needed is belief in oneself, and the ability to focus and persevere.
Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy
I came from a much different background. I was the only child of my parents. I drew the sole attention, and affection. But still, I can somehow relate myself very well with the feeling expressed above. Living with a pseudo personality, with a flattered ego and with a broadly overrated self esteem, I have actually put myself in a mirror house, where I could not see anybody except myself.
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