About Me — Nisha Bhatele
To whoever is reading this…
Hiiiii!!
I am here to introduce myself to you guys in full-fledged paragraphs because apparently Medium’s two-lined bio space is not enough. Since I am used to getting called by different names because people find it difficult to pronounce, you too can call me by whatever name you want teley, bhature, Nishu, so many options are available. And I love all those names. The worse names your friends give you...I think the more they cherish you. But we all are connected via our write-ups, you won’t need to pronounce it.
Anyway, I find it ironic how anyone can describe him/her self in a paragraph. I believe that if you get hold of yourself and understand your mental and physical being wholly, no one, literally no one can get to you.
Well, I am not going to throw my half-baked philosophy here and bore you.
I am a 24-year-old (will be 25 in Jan next year to have lived a quarter century ), a gullible yet considerate woman ( still wondering if I should have used girl here or not ) adjusting her way into writing. Officially an Electrical Engineer (in theoretical terms I guess not sure when it comes to practicals). A 2020 graduate, couldn’t attend my entire last year, missed farewell, thanx to Covid. I like to call myself interactive and amiable but that is a bit debatable right now since lockdown took me a step closer towards being introvert. And I am so accustomed to using a lot of emoticons and gifs that it feels incomplete when I don’t send one. You can easily understand my mood if I don’t send you any stickers or emojis. The plus point of using so many emoticons is that you can express the feelings exactly the way they are. And one of the demerits I guess is, not all people use them. If they don’t attach any stickers or emojis, you might misunderstand their vibes. Well, it happens to me a lot. Also, you don’t have to type much.
I am from India, yes, the culturally intense & diversified country that is striving to be a developed nation with its culminated competent and bulging policies. We Indians like to boast about its diversified unity in our school essays, which is true but a few elements keep challenging its unity that is quite apprehensive and apparent these days. But despite the bad, we need to look for the good and I like to be a part of the nation that though with difficulty, manages to keep its faith in humanity and inter-communal relations (except for a few retarded communities that are trying to manipulate the easy-to-be-attacked sentiments).
Coming back to me, I like to help people (to be précised, I want to), people who need help. I don’t know when I realized this but it happened way long back.
I am a vegetarian (trying hard to adapt to Veganism). I love animals and can’t see them getting butchered and bifurcated. A lot of animals are enduring the life-style they weren’t supposed to. I follow Peta, not sure how authentic it is since it’s always amidst controversies. I aspire to be working with the top animal-activists, environmentalists, and human-activists not just because it’s a new trend but I feel that whatever is happening globally in the name of development is unforgivable. Also, I have a turtle (Toto) and all he does is wriggle in the water.
I have always been a confused soul. Lately, I have been through a lot of fluctuations, and ambiguity in my life especially when it comes to choosing something. To choose one among many has been one of the biggest challenges that I am still facing, whether it is a career, friends, or something else. And I hope, I get to work on it.
I am sensitive, sensitive enough that I am often called a cry baby. Sometimes this sensitivity gets on my nerves. Most of the time, I am emotionally unstable and end up seeking motivation from outside unless it ignites my spirit. Inner motivation is indeed long-lasting but if externally you can get inspired, it is not bad. Right??
In the past (till before last year ), I have been studious, topper, boring, sober, loud, exasperated, wasn’t understood and often failed to understand things and people myself. I always wanted to be everyone’s favourite back then and was crazy to get the best marks.
I had to change school every three years, yeah my father was serving in the army. This constant movement helped me to be adaptive and amiable. But I never got to meet and know my could-be childhood friends.
The past 4 years of college have alleviated this in many aspects. This was the only place where I got to spend more than three years. I got to learn a lot during these years from friends and foes. Yeah, foes. Well, I am not sure if there were any but who knows what goes behind them. Despite that, I want my school days back. But trying to be in the present since that is the only way to do better in life.
I get no chill when it comes to social disorders. I have been called a hypocrite or so-called feminist bitch many times (I wish if I could use an emoticon just now LOL). I am still unsure why? Just because I talk about those issues which are sensitive enough? One thing that I can’t understand is why people can’t listen to others’ perspectives? Why do they have to think bad about you first? The fact that different people from different cultural and social backgrounds co-exist in this world is indeed true. It is just impossible for all of them to agree with the same concept. Why is it hard for many of us to listen to and not judge anyone?
I unknowingly somehow got attracted to big fancy words like Philanthropist. This was my first word that got to my nerves. I saw this in many famous and not so famous people’s bios. Maybe some meant it while others just used it because it was an eye-catching and a trending phrase. It’s meaning grew in me and affected my mental state in many ways. I get emotional whenever I see a poor barefooted, begging in hot-scorching summer. I get affected whenever I read the news of any molestation and oppression even though it’s an animal. My heart gets wrenched up when I read of women, and children (of course it’s true for men too) getting raped. Even the infants and elderly are not spared. I have realized that I hate violence. And I want to support people fighting for their rights. I want to use my voice to turn them in for good. I believe in humanity and want to be a better human ( the way we were meant to be).
That is the reason I started writing.
I wanted someone to listen to me even though it’s shit. I know my skill is not good enough to change people’s hearts but I am all set to read and practice more. Whenever I start a new blog or an article it feels that it’s my first. Even this ‘About me’ article got me nervous. I don’t know if I am still made for writing but all I know is that whatever I write if can bring some good change, I would be happy. I don’t know if whatever I have written is enough for you to understand me, but I want to rest my case here. Thanks for giving your time in reading this to the end.
