What’s In A Name


“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.”

The above lines by Shakespeare are pretty true. But I recently saw that when it comes to naming your child, a mere name becomes a really big deal. One of my friend’s sister just had a baby girl and to name that baby is probably the top most agenda in that house these days.

The child is just called baby as of now because even a pet names needs to be thought of! The parent’s of that baby girl have gone through endless baby name books but have not come up with anything. And since pre-natal sex determination is illegal in India, (Why you ask? Oh! because this country is full of illiterate dumb asses) they had shortlisted endless names for boy’s and girl’s way before the baby was born.

And now as they have just 50% of those names to go through, they are looking into every aspect of every name they shortlisted. Right from it’s meaning to whether it would end up in some weird pet name when the child is in school.

The name should be different but not too complicated. It should be meaningful and should be versatile enough to be part of the child’s personality. It does seem to be a pretty mammoth task. Of the infinite names in this world, choosing that one perfect name for your child can be really unnerving.

My parents went through the same ordeal when I was born. Both my parents have names which are pretty common in their generation and they both had lots of people in their class all through school and college with whom they shared their name. So my mom was adamant that for me she would chose a name which is so unique that people would rarely find any other person with that name.

My pet name was decided the day I was born. I am called “money” by everyone in my family simply because the headline of the newspapers on the day I was born were “Money Market Crashes.”

My mom researched for nearly a year as my name was finalized on my first birthday, and that too because they needed a name to write on the cake. 😛

All our family finally came to know what name was chosen for me when they came to our place and saw it written with colorful ribbons in big letter’s on the wall “Happy Birthday Urshita”

Urshita.This was the name chosen by my mom for me. An Indian origin name meaning firm or decisive. My mom has been really successful in finding a unique name for me because all through school and college and now during post graduation, I am yet to meet another Urshita or a person who know’s another Urshita. It’s a rare name with very few people going for it. And I’m really glad I have a unique name. It’s the best conversation starter anywhere. I’v been to countless interviews where the only questions I was asked were about my name!

And since my mom had decided my name, my sister’s name was decided by my Dad. He picked up a baby names book and the first name he found there was decided as my sister’s name, ‘Aakriti’.

Little did he know that this name would be a favorite with all the other parents as well because there are quite a lot of Aakriti’s out there. One of my closest friend’s name is Aakriti! And there were I guess two more Aakriti’s in my class. My sister had a couple of other Aakriti’s in her class as well.

Her name was also the first one to be called during viva tests because alphabetically she was roll number 1. And she pretty much hated sitting on the first bench in every exam all through school because her roll number had always been 1.

Now in college she has a roll number somewhere in 20’s and she could not have been more happier.

So now when I hear of those new parents, I can feel the pressure they must be under because had I been given a name which was very common or like totally weird, I would have been pissed with my parents all life long. So all the best to those two. May they find a name which is best suited for their little bundle of joy. 🙂


I wish I could remain A 5 Year Old Forever


In a couple of day’s I’l be a year older and believe me its not a good feeling.

And for all those out there who think age is just a number, try being a daughter in a Punjabi family which like a good family would at every point in life keep encouraging you to study and get filthy successful, but on the other hand on every visit to the mall or any god forsaken market that sells clothes, your mom or sister’s or aunts or cousins would pick up a blingy ‘you-will-be-blind-if-you-stare-at-me-for-long‘ sari and naughtily point out that they would buy this for your wedding.

Yes, we eat, think, talk, walk, dream, breath and even shit weddings.

And every year when you cut your birthday cake, everybody around you would mentally start counting the years left for you to get married.

And before you think that they are all excited about seeing you settled in life and are therefore planning your wedding, you are wrong. Your wedding would be the biggest excuse for your entire extended clan to shop till they drop and basically bring down their saving by a good 75% .

And that is what is going to happen to me. As girl in her 20’s who is well on her way to getting a professional degree, you tend to generate quite some interest in the eye’s of all the aunties around you.

But since I have two cousin sister’s older than me who according to the unwritten Indian wedding constitution should/would get married before me because for some weird reason, the older sibling gets married first. Until unless obviously a younger sibling finds their soul mate and decides to get married before anybody else in the family. So I can sit back calmly and point at them whenever the word ‘wedding’ is mentioned in front of me.

And yes, I too am interested in all the clothes I’l be buying and all the fun I’l be having at their wedding! 😛

But coming to the point of my growing old. I’m not growing old. At least not mentally. I’m still 5 in my mind and I would go bonkers just at the sight of balloons. And joy rides! And candy! I love candy! And Cartoon Network!

You get the point right?

So that means I’v survived another year in a world which is full of people who love growing up and they love their birthdays. I on the other hand am really not excited about my birthday. Ever. I love everybody else’s birthday. I love planning about them and I love being a part of surprises. I just don’t feel the same way about my birthday. 

Yes. I belong to the minority population of people who are really not bothered about their birthday’s. 

Why you ask?

I have no idea. I just can not get to the terms of celebrating my birthday. When I was young I used to celebrate my birthday at my home with all my friends and relatives. But as I grew up I just could not see any sense in continuing it. 

I do have some crazy friends who for the past couple of years have been throwing surprise birthday parties for me. Thanks Guys! 

But this year I somehow feel Iv really grown up. I mean like REALLY grown up. The number scares me because whenever I planned my life, I thought that by this birthday I would be earning a fat salary and shopping like crazy and maybe go to some exotic location with my friends for vacations. 

But nothing like this has happened. I’m still studying. Iv changed my choice of profession. I’m working in my dad’s office. I’m still not earning. OK, I’m earning but if I ever tell you the figure you would laugh your guts out.

So basically life did a complete U turn for me and I’m just sitting here trying to figure out how to get everything back on track. It’s not bad. I mean I just consider myself awesome and I pretty much don’t worry about stuff much. 😛

But every year on my birthday I just sit down and list down all the good and bad things that happened to me and I always make sure that I count every good thing and blessing that came my way. 

So this year I maybe looking at matrimonial prospects in my family which is like the BIGGEST sign that you’v grown up no matter how much you deny it.

So here’s to another year of actually being 5 years old in your mind but making sure nobody around you notices that. 😛