The Identity Crisis: WHO AM I?

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          Growing up, my name has always been a significant part of my identity. It's the first thing people learn about me, and it holds deep meaning for my family and me. However, throughout my life, I've experienced the frustration and disappointment of hearing my name mispronounced time and time again.

          When someone mispronounces my name, it feels like they're erasing a part of who I am. It's not just a simple mistake; it's a constant reminder of not being seen or heard for who I truly am. Correcting others becomes a routine, but it often feels like an uphill battle, with my efforts to assert my identity met with indifference or even resistance.

           I vividly recall a significant moment from my past. It was the day I received my grade 3 topper certificate and shield. While basking in the honor, a senior approached to verify my spelling and pronunciation. However, upon seeing the certificate handed to me by the Principal, shock enveloped me. My name was misspelled as "Samuarthga G." It wasn't just the error in spelling that rattled me, but the addition of unfamiliar initials. In that instant, I found myself questioning my very identity, all thanks to that encounter!

           Later I found people giving me new names out of nowhere! Now whenever I introduce myself I introduce with my name then inform them (actually threaten them) to  call me Sam so that I don't hear any mispronunciation.

           Guys! You know what... I have one classmate whose name is mispronounced as well...but sadly his name is too short to have a nick name! Should I be sad for this guy or happy that I've seen someone who shares the same fate as mine? 

           The impact of mispronounced names goes beyond mere inconvenience. It's a barrier to communication, making me feel misunderstood and disconnected from those around me. I find myself hesitating to introduce myself or participate in discussions, fearing the inevitable awkwardness that comes with hearing my name mispronounced yet again. 

            Moreover, mispronouncing my name feels like a rejection of my cultural identity. My name is a reflection of my heritage, and when it's mispronounced, it's as if my roots are being disregarded or erased.

            After all, it's not just about semantics; it's about acknowledging and respecting someone's identity!

"A person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language."

              - Dale Carnegie