Thursday, May 17, 2007

An ode to myself

In honour of my birthday, i am subjecting you to more bad poetry ( ok rama, dont sue me for using another of your labels)

As i turn 22 years old
It seems to have been foretold
No matter how much i age
i wont be a saint nor a sage
soft-spoken, i have heard someone say
unlikely even if i try, which i never may
i will never be one of the good girls
nor wear a ribbon on my curls
i can be forced to do something
but not with grace, would i be willing
No pleas would work nor any ruse
i would be stuck-up, if i so choose
an open mind or closed like a box
stubborn, maybe arrogant like an ox
but i can be funny, i can be sarcastic
a total brat if i feel like it
i am restless and quite lazy
my thoughts and wishes, usually hazy
i enjoy the ridiculous and being insane
but i am still capable of using my brain
So this is how i turned out to be
like it or not, happy birthday to me!

Friday, May 4, 2007

Whats in a name?

According to Shakespeare, nothing. A rose by any other name, would still smell the same. And i guess he is right. If i hadnt had the name i have now, i would still be the person i am. But i am still very grateful that my parents did not pick out the classic biloo/pinky kind of names (not just as nicknames, people's real names are sometimes this silly). My name is free from reproach of silliness (however susceptible i might be to it). But still, the importance of name does go beyond that of just not having a silly name. I remember the play "Importance of Being Ernest" by Oscar Wilde - an extremely funny and interesting play. The way the two females fall in love with the name or perhaps the man the name represents.

Getting back, i have never encountered anybody with the same name as myself. ok ok.. so there is an actress with the same name as me. But i have never met her, have i? I am very proud ( silly i guess.. to be proud.. but i am!) that i have never met anybody of the same name. Its a pleasure to know that there are not many with your name.. of course i could have lived in the bubble of denial that nobody has my name had not that actress decided to have the same name. copy cat!!! to make things clear i was not named after her. I think my name is out of a prayer ( as is most people of my generation, not that it made me one bit religious). My dad got to chose this one. He said he chose it because he liked it. And that is the only answer i ever got if i ventured to ask what my name means and why it was chosen. (My mom always diverted me to him saying he was the one who chose it). Nobody knew what my name meant. which meant that whenever anybody asked what my name meant (like really just because it is my name i am supposed to know everything about it), i had no answer. Trying to find the meaning of name was unsuccessful. For once, the web was completely useless. Most baby names book do not carry my name. guess i should be thankful for that.. it means less people are likely to use the name. But not knowing the meaning didnt matter much. I like the sound of it and it has been my name all my life. There is somthing to be said for that. You grow to love your name. and as i said, its nice to have an unique name.

Though i must say, its not easy when people keep misspelling my name. Ofcourse my relatives have also misspelled, so i can scarcely be shocked when strangers do so. The frequent misspelling has not made me used to it, rather i have become quite stubborn if not obsessed with it. But i am glad that my name has not been mispronounced. (Ofcourse i havent had my name pronounced by foreigners much who would probably destroy it)

If my name was something else, i would still be me.. but i wouldnt be Ranjitha. And i like being that. So Shakespeare be damned!!!

PS: I have recently found out that my name means colourful, happy. i approve!!!
thanx dad, for the name! i also like it.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Thing about moms!

This is essentially a mother - daughter relation. Having a sister and no brothers (and i am very grateful for that), i dont know how a mother-son relation would work. but this is some of things i have observed..

1. You have the maximum fights with mom (with possible exception of sister)
2. As much as you fight and as mad as you get, its hard to stay mad for a long time. i have tried to be so, believe me.
3. Though it seems like she never understands, she surprises you. She does understand.
4. She might disagree with you and diapprove, but she always defends you in front of others.
5. She never buys your arguement of shortage of clothes and makes outrageous suggestions about what to wear and what to buy.
6. When she knows you really dont want to do something, she doesnt force you ( she does force you to do lot of other things though). She would even make excuses for you, sometimes even to your father.
7. She(true of parents as such i guess) is proud of what you have done, however small it might be and can be embarrasing in showing off.
8. She is always after you to eat, it doesnt matter if you are not hungry.
9. Even if you have to cajole, pressurise and force it out of her, a nod from her means you can enjoy the expensive and probably worthless article without guilt ( especially when you dont earn)
10. Moms have the best ability to calm your nerves, especially before exams. (i havent had to test that theory much.. but i believe it)
11. If you cant find something, you always call out to her, though there is no earthly reason why she should know where it is.
12. She knows when you have a "mood-out".
13. Though you tell her not to bother, but when she cleans your cupboard ( she tried to get you to do it, but ofcourse you dont), you are quite pleased with her organization of your clothes.