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A FIGURATIVE DISFIGURING -By Atiksh Chandra
                                 8th Grade, Falcon Cove Middle School, Weston, FL 33332






















                When I was born thirteen years ago, my parents chose a name to help define my
             identity.A name to associate with my well-being - “Atiksh.” A derivative of Sanskrit which
             means wisdom and prosperity.

                With  a  name  of  Indian  descent,  some  individuals  find  my  name  perplexing  to
             pronounce. The name “Atiksh” is meant to have a “th” sound over the “t”, followed
             by a slight emphasis over the “iksh” section of the name.  To many individuals, this
             compilation of sounds creates a feeling of confusion to the tongue. A waltz it tries to
             accomplish, but fails to follow through. When one stresses in a place not its normal
             routine, the waltz hops into a Bollywood dance routine, ultimately, losing the beat and
             leaving the senses in utter confusion.

                By the start of 1st Grade, I began to feel rather uncomfortable with my name and
             allowed my peers to pronounce it in any way that was easier for them, but not proper in
             any form. I let this go for a long time. As time progressed, my name had morphed into
             “Atish,” ignoring the “k” and all its power.


                As I continued to allow others to pronounce it as “Atish,” I began to experience a
             revolution in my life. Not just in my mind, where the feeling of regret overwhelmed, but
             also in the world around me. My classmates, friends, and even teachers were calling me
             “Atish.” The feeling that I had caused this conundrum, took over my mind.  I kept thinking
             that this problem would not have occurred if I had been stronger in the first place. If only
             I had been patient and devoted to helping individuals say it correctly. My parents had
             given me this name with intention. An intention so that I could be proud of their choice.
             With my anxiety only growing exponentially, a search of escape clenched my thoughts.
             I needed to figure a way to protect my heritage and correct the wrong that had slipped
             past my shadow.

                By 5th Grade, my intentions were set on prevailing over this catastrophe, as I had been
             dealing with this for several years. After calling consideration from my family, we devised
             a method of helping individuals pronounce my name. By explaining the name as “A-thick-
             sh” we hoped that people would be able to come closer to the exact pronunciation. Sadly,
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