You know it's quite strange how some things; some people come n be a part of our life n being just coz we have a particular name and then someday those very things n people move out of our life coz of that very name. I know it sounds surreal n twisted, but it's a true observation, nothing fancy just reality… There was this stranger who became a really close friend just coz my momma loved n gave me the name I have… We had a really strange yet a beautiful connection, one that showed me that even without realizing we are connected to many other people in this bedlam called our world. And then one day everything changed, no longer I could be part of his life, no matter how bad we both wanted otherwise, coz I had my name… Now when I look back n think about the strange connection n the time both of us shared I feel tumultuous to the core… for sometimes I feel like laughing my heart out alike a lunatic, while at others I had been unconsciously crying throughout the re-collection, then sometimes I feel simply content for being able to share my life with someone so special even if for a very short time, while still at other moments I feel utterly betrayed… You know at times I doubt that Shakespeare didn't really fathom what exactly he was saying when he uttered; 'what’s in the name…' for there is a hell lot in there…
Our name is just not another string of alphabets; it's our first identification. Our name is what world knows n sees us as, not that that first impression is always a correct one. One’s name might not compliment his or her true colours, but a name does give a shape to that collection of colours that is us, every single time. And you know what another peculiar thing about this name-game, which most of us would have taken into notice if only once in our life, is that our name is that one thing which is essentially ours first n foremost and still it’s that one thing that others use much more than we ourselves ever manage to. And what more, despite sharing our name with may be thousand others, each one of those thousand poojas, rajs, nehas, rahuls are different n unique no matter if the spelling of those names proclaim otherwise… Also it’s quite strange the way a name is whole of their life for some people while for others a complete life is nothing but a name… and you know tris both of these distinctions have a very strange set of emotions attached with them… You know when one’s name is the very life for an another being, it leaves one with a feeling of warmth n even above that of being special and quite conflictingly when one’s whole life is nothing more than a name for another person it hurts like hell, it seriously does… strange na… But then as I always say n feel, pretty much everything that formulates life is strange, so why should names be any different and mind you am seriously not complaining, after all I never do… :D
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