Today I am going to share something very personal to me. It is a phase we all go through. It is about pimples. Everyone gets them, but, we still get complaints like: “Mujhe pimple ho gaya- people will make fun of me now!” Or that’s what I have heard since long.
I began to fear pimples from the age of 10 because:
When I was in 5thGrade, I had heard from a lot of people that one must take care around my age as whatever we eat and do will define our future. That all was okay for me, but the thing which scared me was when they said that I should eat less oily food otherwise I will get pimples. And as I was only 10 years at that time, I got scared easily.
The fear became even more prominent when a big guy shifted in our society. He was 4 years older than me. Due to some hormonal thingy, his face was full of pimples. It was then when I trembled in fear. Every time when I looked at him I imagined how he coped up in this world. If I were to be in his position- I would have visited the doc immediately!
All my friends feared him. Whenever he tried to come and join me and all the members of our gang- we just ran away from him. And when we did this, a sad look came upon his face. It was then- I- the smallest one of the group took a step forward. Sure, I was afraid of pimples- but there wasn’t any need to be afraid of him-right?
So, I went up to him and said hi. He quickly came forward and introduced himself as Naveen. I liked him instantly and introduced him to all my friends. From there began our friendship.
Now, this is why I feared the pimples. I still remember the days when my mom tutted towards my sister and said that we shouldn’t eat pickles as it gave us pimples. Having a pimple is regarded as a disgrace in the Indian society. I had heard this a lot while growing up. Now, coming to this point, I am going to share the experience when I had my first pimple.
“It was a cold morning in December. I had just woken up. I ran a hand through my hair to make them come back to normal stage. I entered the washroom to freshen up. Then I saw it. It was on my forehead. A small pimple. My heart had lurched up in my mouth. I finally had a pimple- even after taking so many precautions. I had been unable to escape these pimples. They had gotten me after all.
When I came out of the washroom, my mom saw my pimple and said that her child had grown big. I had got my first pimple. I got more embarrassed by hearing that statement.It was then my imagination flared. My friends were going to tease me. I was going to lose face faster than a stone when dropped from 100m. My life was going to become a hell.
I tried every trick in the book to escape school- but my mom wasn’t buying any of it. So, with a heavy heart, I went to school. When I reached the compound- no one noticed anything for 40 minutes, then suddenly I heard the voice of my best friend shouting for the whole class: “Finally the mister care bear has got a PIMPLE!”
And just like that everyone got to know of my pimple and the whole class started laughing. Then everyone understood that I was feeling low. They started showing concern: but that didn’t matter to me. I had got a pimple and now I was going to be teased every day by someone. The whole class had quietened down and was waiting for my reaction. I smile at them to show that it was okay. But, in reality it wasn’t.
When I was walking back home (because I was in no mood to go in the bus) I saw that everyone was looking and smiling at me. I got angrier. They had no right to judge me on the basis of a pimple. Then I got to know how Naveen would have felt. In fact, he might have faced much more than this. People might have refused to talk with him and look at him. I now saw Naveen in a new light. He conquered all this, why couldn’t I?
I smiled back. In fact, I grinned. They all smiled again and said ‘Hi.’ Then they pointed towards my attire and said that I was looking good. This made me think that no one thought of my pimple. They all knew that it was a normal phase during the teen years. Then, with a bounce in my step, I ran back home.
This was my story. Thank you readers for being with me. These days, if I get a pimple, I don’t bow my head in shame- instead I hold it up in defiance stating the fact that a pimple can’t deter me from achieving things.
In short, everyone gets a pimple and there is no harm in accepting the fact. Hug your body as it’s the only thing which matter- life and love from friends.
Signing off now.
This has been written for a competition for Indiblogger in association with Garnier.Link: Pure Active Neem
