Skip to main content

"What's in a name?....

"That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

These are the words of Juliet, in Shakespeare's drama "Romeo and Juliet". I'm no huge fan of the Bard (the "thees" and the "thous" are huge put offs for "mees"), but relish the depth in some of his messages which strike a chord and makes you think about life on an elevated level. Anyways, this quote means we should not be bothered about how people address or call us because no one can change who we are internally. Names are mere ornaments to our existence (if you have the time to think metaphors) or plainly, like name tags in an office meeting (if you would rather sky-dive off a steep cliff than think about such wordy stuff)

To interpret this more in present day terms - Juliet says (be very clear, it's not me) that you shouldn't take things seriously, when someone verbally assaults you. Be a Rock of Gibraltar or a stand like a statue of Buddha, till the person runs out of their expletive vocabulary or you get tired of your stoic pose and chase them around with a stick, either of which is fine with me. Juliet is the one who'll probably get offended, but who cares, really? Trust me, she has plenty of problems on her hand already, dealing with the silly Capulets and the sillier Montagues.

Back to my topic.

We're not going to have a literary discussion here (i take those collective lots of relieved sighs as a huge hint), but going to talk about Names. You know - our sole identity as a "homo sapiens" in the human race, the thoughtful bunch of words that parents or families or extended families are forced to come up with when we start our evolution in this world, those clever, catchy, religious or new-age ones that people have brainwaves of, and the frustrating ones that doesn't matter how much time or effort you put in, you always end up with your children hating their names and wish they could change them or ask you in a sarcastic voice, "Is this the best you could do?" Yeah, the same thing.

And, not kidding but you can try stretching, shortening, cleverly disguising or anything else you want - it's hard to get rid of your name. I know I have tried it many times, no luck whatsoever. It just manages to follow me everywhere. Worse scum comes off much easily than my name. Really.

On a serious note, it's fascinating how much we take our names for granted, but it's not that simple. Our names conveys nationality, religion and in India caste too, how old we are (popular ones spread like wildfire) etc. There are some famous, powerful names that are etched in history books - Einstein, Newton, Gandhi etc. To add to the list, there are aliases, screen names and pet names too.

So, Mr. Shakespeare, there's a lot to a name - A rose may not care much and throw a rosy smile at you even if you call it a common "dandelion" or a stinky "corpse flower", but it's serious business for our species and that includes you, Mister.

Popular posts from this blog

Gossips Galore...

Let me shamelessly admit. I love them all. Harmless tidbits involving movie stars, Tv stars or anyone famous than me (which the last time I checked, shockingly includes most of the adult population) would be great for starters. If you're like me who loves to go through the gossip mags on shelves or even better, browse useless online web sites, but consciously pretend you never ever read them, please raise your hands. Ok, keep up the good work of "Mission TattleTalk" from getting destroyed by those bland non-gossipers. Who by the way, are really leading pathetic, platonic lives. Not even worth gossiping about. Back to juicy sound bytes, there are those personalized ones like getting the latest updates on our relatives and friends back home in India. Where, thanks to a zero-tolerance policy to privacy of life, everyone seems to have a deep, insightful knowledge of what the others around them are doing - who lost their job, who got married and living unhappily ever afte...

Life behind the Veil...

I just finished reading a fascinating book -'The Kite Runner' by Khaled Hosseini . In the book, when the author talks about Afghanisthan and the cruelty of the Taliban, it reminded me of our short stay in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. 15 years ago. A bad dream, but worth penning about. At the outset, Riyadh appeared to be a beautiful garden city, with well-maintained roads, glamorous malls and people literally rolling in money everywhere. All this wealth in exchange for one birthright - your freedom. That's the skeleton that was taking rap lessons in the closet. Yes, I'm talking about the terrible human, especially womens' rights that would go on in a country that's stinking rich with its oil money. Being the capital city, Riyadh was trying to implement the Shariat Law to the maximum at that time. Hope things are better now. Saudi women had to wear a full burkha covering their faces and we, the foreign women had to wear an 'abhaya' or a veil that could show o...

A Flight without Kids

An emergency and i had to do it. That is, leave my kids behind and take a long 20 hour flight to India. I was a nervous wreck by the time i even went to the airport. It was years since i boarded a flight without the company of a tot. Can i do this, really? Finally waved my byes, and got my luggage checked in. After the initial panic attacks, i sort of settled down. Did some reading and just took some time for myself, engrossed in my thoughts. This was strange, even surreal. Now, what? Nothing else to do. No bathroom visits, feeding sessions, heck, not even one complaint of boredom to hear. When i boarded the plane, i looked at everyone around as if i was seeing the world like a newborn baby. Is this how co-passengers look like? In all our previous trips, everybody around me always seemed like blurry images scurrying here and there. Who has time to observe people when you have a toddler or a preschooler tugging your arms? After a few hours of my newfound freedom though, was i havi...