m my society’s son,

my religion is that of my forefathers',

I dress to the mirror of my culture,

my mind is that of my elders’.

Be tough, Be strong, Be fast.

This is what I was born into.

This is NOT what I was born as.

I had no say.

This is NOT ME.

Our sons are born to carry the burden of taking the family name forward, to rise above their

predecessors and carry further their dreams. No time to stand and stare...and perhaps dream one of

his own.

Our society has come to a pinnacle of ‘high performance culture’ where a child is scrutinised from

his first word to the day he steps into school; for the grades they acquire all the way through college

until he is old enough to earn and then that becomes your marking of his worthiness. A nudge here

and a shove there unceasing through the patriarchal generations inevitably leads to masses

suffering from imposter syndromes where one has to EARN acceptance from one's own parents, the

unconditional love and care givers.

Children are born with a blank CV and spend their lifetime filling it out with every skill acquired.

Passion, mental peace, soul find but a little corner on these pages, if at all.

As an art activist, Parul’s works have a tendency to voice out against the entrenched societal

practices.

Through her work ‘High Chair’ Parul makes a comment on how sons of our society as early as their

weaning age are trained to always be winners. ‘Fed’ teachings that carry through generations;

unfiltered.