Posts

Showing posts from August, 2025

Who Is Truly Deaf?

Image
  Who Is Truly Deaf?   They say: “You’re deaf, that’s why we reject you.” At first, those words cut deep. I questioned myself, doubted myself, even wondered if silence would always be stronger than my voice. But slowly, I began to see the truth hiding in their statement. It was never me who was lacking. It was them. So my answer became clear: “No, you’re the deaf ones. Deaf to my talent. Deaf to my potential. Deaf to the determination that refuses to break.” Because deafness isn’t just about ears. It’s about awareness. It’s about the mindset to look beyond a label. It’s about whether you choose to listen with openness or with prejudice. I walk every day with proof that science and resilience can beat nature. My cochlear implant may give me sound, but it is my resilience that gives me voice. Stop proving your hearing to me. Start proving your worth to yourself. The right people will always hear you, even in silence. 💭 What do you think, is deafness really in the ears or in the...

Roasted by strangers. Motivated for life

Image
 Roasted by strangers. Motivated for life. Strangers once roasted me for complaining about life with a Cochlear implant. Here's why I'm grateful they did. "Oh wow, a Cochlear implant user complaining about life struggles? Bro, you literally have technology inside your head making you hear the world. And still you're scared of small challenges?" I've come across assumptions like this more than once. Strangers see my Cochlear implant and think it's a magic solution. What they don't see is the hard work behind the technology. They daily effort to understand new sounds, the "listening fatigue" after a long day, the constant battle with background noise just to follow a single conversation. But one day, those words hit me differently. I thought, "They're right about one thing. This little machine helps me break silence into sound." And if a machine can do that, then my own willpower can break barriers into opportunities. The real str...

🌊 Struggling in the Sea, Rising in Life

Image
Struggling in the sea, Rising in Life "An Arabian saying goes: If you want to end your life, jump into the sea. You will find yourself struggling to survive. Even when we think we have lost all hope, life within us still wants to rise, to breathe, to keep going. Never underestimate your own strength. It will carry you through the storm." When I first came across this saying, it struck me deeply. It reminded me of my journey as a Cochlear implant user. There were times when silence felt like an endless sea. Every classroom where I could not follow, every noisy street where sounds blurred together, and every fast conversation where I missed words felt like waves pulling me under. Yet, just like in the saying, I found myself struggling. Not to give up, but to survive. Not to sink,, but to rise. Each challenge, whether it was learning to adapt, training my ears to recognize sound, or finding courage to speak up, was a struggle for breath in a sea of sound. And in that struggle, I...

I went back to the place where my voice was born

Image
I went back to the place where my voice was born Today, I went back to Kasturba Gandhi Oral School for the Hearing Impaired, Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, India. This is the school where I studied for three years, starting when i was just two and a half years old. It was before my cochlear implant, before I even knew what real sound was. When I walked inside, so many memories came back. This was where I struggled to speak my first words. Where my teachers helped me every single day, patiently guiding me until I could say them clearly, Where I felt safe, included and understood. The alumni meeting was filled with familiar faces. I noticed how clearly my friends spoke now. I listened to parents sharing heartfelt stories, and I saw students who are learning there now. When I looked at them, I saw my younger self. I also gave a speech. I shared my journey and told them to fight, to feel proud, to become strong. I told them, "We look unique because we are Superhearoes". Whatever I have ...

Comparison is a Silent Killer

Image
Comparison is a Silent Killer We are all human. We were all born on the same Earth. But after that moment of birth, everything about us becomes different: our abilities, our struggles, our IQ, our health, our background, our skin, our language, our lifestyle, our dreams. And yet, people still compare. They look at one person’s success and use it as a measuring stick for another. They ignore the invisible battles, the sleepless nights, the disabilities, the trauma, the daily fight just to stand where you are. When you compare a disabled person with a non-disabled person, you are not motivating them. You are wounding them. You are telling them, “Your fight doesn’t matter. Your challenges don’t count. You are not enough.” And those words cut deeper than you think. Some people stop believing in themselves. Some lose the will to keep going. Some… don’t survive. I know this because I have lived it. I have been compared to relatives, friends, and strangers my whole life. “Loo...

Present, but Absent: A Day Without Sound

Image
 Present, but Absent: A Day Without Sound It took just one second for my world to switch off. One moment I was part of the noise, the laughter, the movement. The next, I was in complete silence, invisible in my own life. This is what a single dead battery taught me about connection, safety, and the fragile power that keeps my world alive. That morning felt like any other. I put on my sound processor, packed my bag, and headed to school. The air was alive with its usual soundtrack: the hum of the ceiling fan, the chatter of people on the street, the low roar of passing buses. Everything seemed normal. But the moment I stepped into my classroom, it happened. My battery was exhausted. No warning. No spare. Just silence. In an instant, my connection to the world vanished. My teacher’s words became a silent movie, her lips moving but her voice locked away somewhere I could not reach. The chatter of my classmates was nothing but blurred mouth shapes. The first few hours of school ar...

🌿 From Silence to Strength: My Journey into the Cochlear Implant Wellness Collective

Image
  🌿 From Silence to Strength: My Journey into the Cochlear Implant Wellness Collective What begins in silence can grow into something powerful. A story. A connection. A shared mission across continents. And sometimes, it finds a home in a community that truly listens. I’m honored to introduce myself as a co-founder of the Cochlear Implant Wellness Collective, a gentle and supportive space created to reflect the deeper emotional and human journey of cochlear implant users. I was born with profound hearing loss and received a cochlear implant at the age of five. But sound was just the beginning. The real journey has been about learning to communicate, to express myself, and to carry emotional strength in a world that often doesn’t understand hearing differences. I’ve danced on stage, written from the quietest parts of myself, and travelled alone to places where I didn’t even know the local language. I’ve done all this while wearing a device on my ear that many people still don’t und...

I Can Hear the Silence Before It Arrives

Image
 I Can Hear the Silence Before It Arrives There’s a moment, so subtle, so quiet, that I feel before silence arrives. It’s not a sound, not exactly. More like a shift. A soft drop in the energy around me. My cochlear implant might still be working, people may still be talking, but something inside me already knows: silence is coming. It’s like the final blink of a streetlamp before it goes dark. I’ve lived with this sixth sense for years. Most people think silence just happens when the noise stops. But for me, silence is something I sense. It builds like fog rolling in over a quiet town—slow, inevitable, and soft around the edges. I don’t hear silence. I feel it. I feel it in my fingertips. In the way my skin suddenly tightens. Like the world is packing up its sound and slipping it into a suitcase, one rustling layer at a time. When my battery runs low, I don’t need a beep to tell me. I already know. It’s not panic I feel. It’s preparation. Like the hush before a lightning strike, w...