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Identiteta in izbira: The Akash Story

MC40_AkashPicOdraščanje kot mladeniča, ko sem udaril oceno štiri sem se odločil, da je čas, da se življenje spreminja odločitev. V tistem trenutku, Sem začel naraščati moje lase kot način, da pokažejo svojo ljubezen do Sikh vere. Sem bil vedno zaveda dejstva, da je v Sikh vere obstaja znatna količina ljudi, ki rastejo svoje lase. Vendar, za mene, ko sem končno razumel, kaj raste vaše lase pomenilo, da sem se odločil, da preskok vere in sprejeli idejo. Živeti v tako raznoliki skupnosti, ki imajo takšno podporno šolo sprememba v mojem identitete narašča moje lase in kasneje turbanom ni vzbuditi strah ali gnus, ampak sočutje, razumevanja in celo radovednost. K sreči, Živim v takem vseobsegajoči in odprti družbi, kjer so spremembe tega kalibra sprejemljivo, v primerjavi z drugimi področji v svetu, kjer bi lahko taka drastična sprememba zlahka srečali z veliko kritik.

Napreduje, Zdaj sem zelo zaljubljen v mojo odločitev in so jo zapisana v mojem jedru. Čeprav na trenutke je bilo žepi odpora, ki sprašujejo, kaj sem delal in nisem razumel, je bilo nato, da sem prevzel odgovornost bi vedela, Zavedam se resničnih namenih. Trenutki, ko bi ljudje nedolžno vprašal, kako dolgo je vaše lase? Nato, Zakaj nosite turban? in zdaj nazadnje s, ne kdaj bo obril? Vprašanja, kot so ti verjamem so pomagali oblikovati svojo osebnost, ker so mi povzroča nenehno spraševati, kdo sem. Ne samo, da, ampak so me učili skromnost, disciplina in naravni čut za želijo motivirati druge.

Odraščanja sem postala središče pozornosti v številnih primerih z mojo edinstveno identiteto – Jaz bi se seveda predstavil svoje prepričanje z drugimi ljudmi. Now presentations are like my energy and are one of my favorite things to do in the entire world. Tako, ko bom starejša eno izmed mojih glavnih ciljev je, da postane motivacijski govornik in po mojem ena odločba zgodaj v življenju sem bil sposoben, da bi odkrili ljubezen mojega življenja. Zdaj, Sem bil sposoben gostiti letne Vaisakhi kaže na Rick Hansen srednji šoli v treh zaporednih let. Nedavno, Mi je bila dana možnost, da se govor na enem izmed največjih dogodkov v Torontu. Dogodek je bil sikhov Centennial Gala kjer je spet moje predstavitvene spretnosti blestela vse do velikega raznoliko množico, ki nima nič, da bi se vrnil k meni, ampak ljubezen. V zvezi z ljubeznijo, v mojem zadnjem potovanju izkušenj v Kalifornijo se je točka, kjer sem hodil sam in punca mi je približal in dejal: "Iskreno obožujejo svoje glave orodja!"In odšel. Preprosti znaki, kot da so mi dali zagotovilo, da sem resnično našel mojo identiteto. Ponovno, nič od tega ne bi nikoli bilo mogoče, če ne bi bilo lepo multikulturnosti danes okoli mene. S tako veliko posameznikov raznolikost bolj odprt in sprejema. Zaradi tega sem bil sposoben za tako veliko spremembo v dokaj nemoteno, brez hitting preveč cestne odseke. Vendar, kakšna je zgodba brez nekaj cest blokov, in izkazalo se je tisti tako imenovani "cestni bloke" so vprašanja, ki je pomagal preoblikovati me v Akashdeep, da sem danes: nekdo, ki lahko ostanejo zavezala, da bo tisto, kar njegovo ime pomeni in resnično "svetloba na nebu".

- Akashdeep v Mississauga

Opomba urednika: Pet prejemniki letošnjih Seva Fellowship, Program za mlade nadebudne voditelji v regiji Peel Ontario, vsak napisal zgodbo kot del štipendijo programa.  Their contributions are grouped together here. This submission, and the one immediately following, speak to a similar theme.

 

 

The Search for My Identity: Who Am I?

MC40_JaspreetOrange-1My father once told me that an individual’s faith and identity form the foundation of an individual’s confidence and success for the rest of that individual’s life. These words lingered in my thoughts throughout my grade nine year at Rick Hansen Secondary School. I have always dreamed of the day that I would enter the halls of high school as a high school student. I guess I wanted to be looked at as an older, more mature kid. This was something that came with moving from middle school to high school. Little had I realized at the time, I was undergoing much more than aging and maturing. I was unintentionally looking for my identity. The real Jaspreet.

It was a warm summer day in July of 2010. My father and I were on our way to the grocery store as usual on a Wednesday evening. We always had these ‘talks’ whenever we were in the car together. These ‘talks’ were about my father’s experiences and words of wisdom, but a lot of those words flew over my head like the many birds soaring past the roof of my car, looking for a place to rest.

During that car ride, my father casually mentioned to me the importance of a Sikh’s turban and then he said, “You know, maybe you should start wearing one to at home. Try it out and see how you like it". That night, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to use a long piece of turban fabric to try to tie a turban. The moment I finished tying the turban, I saw much more than Jaspreet wearing a turban; I saw a disciple of the guru, looking for truth and his identity. This practice continued for the rest of summer.

September came along so it was time to go back to school. I remember that day vividly. I was wearing a bright orange turban. I decided to take the side door entrance to get to my class. Those 100 meters to get to my class were the longest 100 meters that I have ever had to travel as time seemed to slow down. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that my friends who lined the halls took a second look in my direction when I walked towards them. When I arrived to class and sat beside some of my good old friends, one of them turned to me and said “What’s with the turban?"

At that moment, I had a choice; I could have ignored that comment or I could have informed him about my choice and the importance of the turban. I made the latter decision. I responded, “The turban is basically an article of faith used to protect my long hair and cover my head as sign of respect to the guru (spiritual leader), and it is part of my proud identity as a Canadian Sikh”. My friend responded, “Mad respects, that’s cool”. From that point on, I did not feel ashamed of who I was and who I am today. At that point, I realized that the words of wisdom that once flew above my head have now taken rest and have been fully absorbed by my consciousness and my heart. I am a proud Canadian Sikh.

- Jaspreet in Mississauga 

Opomba urednika: Pet prejemniki letošnjih Seva Fellowship, Program za mlade nadebudne voditelji v regiji Peel Ontario, vsak napisal zgodbo, kot del njihovega programa štipendiranja. Their contributions are grouped together here. This submission, and the one immediately preceding, speak to a similar theme.

Nepričakovana Twist

MC40_AliciaBaasPhotographyPred približno letom dni v Powell River je medverski sejmu, Javil sem se, da je model Mohindra, ko se je pojavil na tribunah, kako spraviti turban na. Sem pogledal na to kot zabavno stvar s prijateljem.

Kot sem sedel na odru, Mohinder je pojasnjuje, da je tkanina za turban presega 7 metrov. Bil sem presenečen, kako dolgo je bil temno rdeče tkanine! In se mu je zdelo zelo dobro, da ima množica ura Mohinder zaviti turban na mene.

Sedem metrov tkanin je zelo vroče in težka — Ne morem si predstavljati, kaj nosil eno v zelo vročem podnebju bi bilo všeč! Prav tako je bilo presenetljivo tesen.

Obdržal sem ga na, ko sem zapustil oder in hodil okoli v nabito polni sobi. Bil sem navdušen nad pozitivnim pozornosti in reakcije sem dobila od udeležencev — večinoma udeleženci so ženske! Rekli so mi, sem bil športni, drzni, postaven … vse zato, ker sem bil oblečen v rdečo turban. Bilo je lepo, da hodi v Mohindra čevlji za nekaj minut.

Vendar pa je bil majhen, niggling mislil na hrbtni strani mojih možganov, da bi se nekateri ljudje strinjajo z mano turbanom — ker sem bil belec turbanom – in da “preprosto ni naredil”. Mislim, da sem se počutil namigne, kaj je diskriminacija bi se počutim kot, ker sem menil, da “kdo” bi odobravam.

Morate vedeti, da sem močna, samozavestni moški in nikoli nisem doživel ta občutek pred. To je bil močan del izkušnje in dejansko se počutim bližje Mohinder.

 - Bob v Powell River

foto kredita: Alicia Baas Fotografija