Konnichiwa.

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I was born in the middle of somewhere unspecific and given the name Shashi for no apparent reason. Then, out of no where, I was given parents, citizenship and a home. 

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Like the infamous name Saroo Brierly of the novel/film, Lion, my name has been mispronounced by most Australians for the past 25 years. The ambiguity around Sha-Shi continues into culturally trying, 21st century Australia. 

 

When I put on my glasses, I wear two lenses: the uncertainty surrounding how to pronounce my name, and the questions around my origins.

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While things are not black and whyte, I struggle to see the world through anything other the colour of my skin and the whiteness of my upbringing. As a result, the questions, the incertitude, and the incertitude that exists behind the answers, are catalyst for this blog.

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There is not a week that goes by where my name is not mispronounced, nor my identity questioned, "Are you Aboriginal/Sri Lankan/Pakistani? Where are you from?"

 

I strive to get to a stage where the answer and the question have equal value in my world.

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Be kind. Be you. 

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Me.

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