HeyJaredG K Sihat
Who am I? I’m a Londoner, born and raised, with Punjabi East African heritage. I'm a writer and researcher deeply immersed in the Italian Renaissance. I’m your guide through the rabbit holes of history.
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I Have a Life, and I’m (Not) Late for It (opens the original)
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Two thoughts keep returning to my head this week. Imposter syndrome – the kind that convinces you everyone else has been given a handbook that you’ve missed, and they’re all watching you with pity, knowing that you’re making it up as you go along – and a quote from Sweet November.“I have a life, Angelica, and I’m late for it.”It was during the pandemic that my longing to study history began in full force. My trip to Italy had been cancelled, and I decided to spend the money I’d saved on books. A
The Dark History We Sing to Children: What Our Nursery Rhymes Really Mean (opens the original)
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Earlier this week, I came across a post explaining the disturbing origins of Rock-a-bye Baby.You know the one. A baby is placed in a cradle, the cradle is somehow in a tree, the wind blows, the branch breaks and an infant comes tumbling towards the ground. I’ve never liked it, but apparently it’s perfect bedtime material.The post claimed that its origins lay in colonial America: English settlers watched Native American mothers placing babies in birch-bark cradles suspended from tree branches, wh
I Joined an Historical Society. You Probably Should Too. (opens the original)
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Our story starts with me sitting, completely and committedly, in the middle of my imposter syndrome… I mean, in my pyjamas at a virtual history event. Something whispered in my ear, nudged me forwards, and I asked a question: you’ve just moved into the historical community… how do you start to integrate?I was beginning this new road into academic history and felt, frankly, like I’d arrived late to a party where everyone else already knew each other, all the research had been done, and the only s
The City of Exiles: The Many Lives of Dehradun (opens the original)
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I recently started watching a television show set in Dehradun, the capital of Uttarakhand in northern India. It sits in a valley at the foot of the Himalayas, with borders shared with Tibet and Nepal. It is extraordinarily picturesque; the sort of place that makes you pause the television and imagine visiting.I mentioned it to my parents. “I used to go to school there,” Dad said. That sounded familiar – information I had that I’d long forgotten. I tried to get more out of him but, unfortunately,
I Went Back to Brunel and Met My 18-Year-Old Self (opens the original)
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Yesterday I returned a stack of books to the library at Brunel University. I’d had them for the past two months while working on my first big assessment for my history certificate.Feels like a mildly ridiculous sentence to write.I was eighteen when I started my BA at Brunel. Now I’m thirty-four, studying at Oxford University, and somehow Brunel is still very much a saving grace in my life. Earlier this year, they kindly gave me permission to use their library, saving me the absurd prospect of ma
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