A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. But we wouldn't be buying them by the bunch for our loves if they were called Pokeythorns, would we?
I was reading some article ( destressing helps, when all your mind can think of are theorems, formulae, parts of plants, animals, oops...I started here too...hehhe) and came across a real vague name..called Pitka, its a characted named that in some new Hollywood movie...
In the midst of all my whirling frame of mind...some personal, some academic and some funnies like this...I was reminded of the oh so oft repeated boring saying " Whats in a name? A rose is a rose, ..." Yeah, but why didnt the kings ever spare time and give their sons better names, rather than, the numbers after their own..., now all because of their insensitivity, my kids have to go through so much confusion learning the numbers with the names...1, 2, 3..
Yes, but ever wondered how it would be if you were called such names when all you can think of is to hide ..
Remember what happened to Gogol in Namesake???
I used to have a family when I was much younger...as kids. They were the watchman's family ( weren't they what they were called in those days before the security agencies took over every nook and corner?) while our house was being constructed. Still to come across a more dynamic family. The bread winner, in this case, the Ragi MuDde( the millet balls) winner, who
used to literally bathe himself in alcohol, but still managed to guard the houses under his jurisdiction, with the ease of a Black Cat a la Mission Impossible ishtyle...He had a wonderful family...most who were our playmates, in times of friends' drought...
Their family tree went like this...
The always girth expanding ( read pregnant) wife called MannanGaTti ( I came to know later that it meant block of mud in Tamil )
Their first daughter, a very enterprising girl called MoTte ( actual meaning Bald headed )
Second Born girl ChinnaPiLlai ( roughly translated to Small kid )
Third born, again a daughter- A very novel name NonnapiLlai ( translation lost out on me..:( )
There were more that were following , but I had lost track of who was who...reason : they moved out due to lack of space...non availability of vacant sites, to up their humble abodes, Low tolerance of new residents who couldn't handle someone of such assumed atrocious qualifications!
And the best reason : They had made the small spot on top of the covered drain their city ( yes, Thats what they did....everything in a small spot, huge family, pets, all fuel storage, the gossip corner, etc in one small space)
Of course now the Chinna, Nonna etc are not recognisable...but when the patriarch of the family passed away a while ago ,nearly 30 years after he had stepped into that area...there were moist eyes for him...and many from the house owners who valued his presence in their construction site ages ago...
And he was called MuniyanDi : Muniyappa for the records.
Do we still have such people? So loved but still so humble, from a section of society most times scorned upon?