Rashmeet Muchhal, Class X B
When I was given the topic ‘My Favourite Celebrity’ in ASL, I thought that it was the epitome of simplicity of a topic. No discourtesy intended, but I impulsively opined that it was indeed a cliché and honestly does not require any creativity.
Putting aside my creative sensibility, I made up my mind to describe any of the famed celebrities, maybe Steve Jobs, perhaps Stephen Hawking or someone else imparting a divine influence on the populace.
But after a little brain-shuffling tie and a question-answer session, with whom? Any guesses? Myself. Starting off like ‘Am I right in my approach?’ ‘Do they really inspire or motivate me? Do they?’ The voice answered out loud ‘NO. They don’t really inspire or motivate you.’
At last, I had reached a conclusion that undoubtedly they are inspirational, they are role models but not for me. I found no underlying connection with them that could propel the urge within me to combat all my fears and weaknesses to rise above, emerging stronger to face all odds.
To my surprise, the one who definitely fit into this description so aptly as if it was her own niche, was a woman. A woman who keeps me going. A woman who awakens the indomitable urge within me to counter all the big boulders on my way to success. A woman who advocates that things don’t get easy, it’s you, it’s the very you who gets stronger and makes the odds turn in your favour.
That woman is a beautiful god’s creation, none other than my mother. Shocked? Undoubtedly, you might be wondering – is she really a celebrity? My answer to that is a loud ‘YES!’ She definitely is a celebrity. She is celebrated by me for her maternity that is her essence. She is celebrated by me for making my hardships no longer stay hard just by her presence. She is celebrated by me for completing my existence.
