An’ Ah gie ye..

shammi plinky 2What does  my name mean to me Narasimha Sharma Veturi wants to know, do I like it or hate it why?

I think Narasimha must have just completed his education, give reasons for the following is what I hear from the query. Anyway, jokes apart, like Shakespeare said, “what’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” I find it difficult to accept to a rose would be as nice if it were called a thistle or a skunk cabbage!!

Do you know why hurricanes have names instead of numbers, that makes the killing personal, no one cares about a people being killed by number, imagine Arunav Goswami going “200 people as number 24 hits the shores, but a headline that says, killer Katrina claims 200 lives “is much more of adrenaline rich, Tsunami claims 100 lives in the east coast gets away because Tsunami tricks us into believing that it is a Japanese name, after all death is much more satisfying and entertaining when it is personalized.

I’m waiting for Hurricane Ed. After all Old Ed does not sound like he would hurt ya, if the American news reader went “awaiting old Ed” the response would most like be, “what the hell, we ain’t evacuatin’Ed’s comin’!””

A name can’t begin to encompass the sum of me, but then that’s the magic of names isn’t it?  That the complex contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name, they are a way to keep people in our minds. Names and attributes must be accommodated to the essence of things

Lets face it, most of us have nicknames annoying, endearing, embarrassing.

But we have a true name, it may not be our given name, but it is the one which we are most eager to respond when called, ever wondered why? Your true name has the secret power to call you.

True name, like when your parents call you to dinner and you don’t come they call again but you don’t come, and they call by all your names together and then, of course, you have come, and right quick. Because true names have power.

At the end of the day it is not what they call you, it’s what you answer to.  And someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive, even if they are saying your name with dislike at least you know you’re you that you exist.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Anita
    Mar 29, 2014 @ 15:43:35

    You have a beautiful name- that of Hindu Goddess Parwati…
    Thought your post would have some mention of her 🙂

    Reply

    • parwatisingari
      Mar 29, 2014 @ 23:25:04

      Thanks Anita, Yes I should spoken about Parwati and Singari, after all they are who I am, for parwati singari is an identity I accept and acknowledge as the manifestation of these two wonderful women. Someday I shall be strong enough to talk about them. 🙂

      Reply

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