I wrote this at 3 a.m.
Think about your name. Think of its letters being formed. In
english. In your mother-tongue. In a fancy foreign language you learnt.
Say your name out loud.
It's an identifier, of course. But it doesn't stop at being just that. Oh, the dimensions it takes, the feelings it induces.
Your name, rolling on the tongues of your family when you were just born . They feel the name.. judge it.. call it out loud to get used to it.
Your name, from your toddler mouth. Probably pronounced wrong because you haven't mastered the sound of the words that make them up yet.
Your name, you know it means different things. And that's why it makes you feel different things. It depends, right? It depends is calling it out. it depends on tone and context.
You can differentiate between when your mother calls it. You know if she's calling you for lunch or to yell at you for something you did wrong just by the way she calls your name.
Your name called in an anesthesised tone by the receptionist –bold with a sort of question mark in the end.
Your name, from your lovers lips. Joyful and sometimes trailing. In text or out loud. Stomach churn, heart jump, smile ensues.
Your name, from your ex lovers lips. Firm, trying hard to be neutral. Stomach gutted, heart burn grimace .
Your name from when the teacher takes attendance and she pronounces it wrong AGAIN and gives a sheepish grin while the class chuckles and calls you with this new perversion.
Your name and how excitedly your friends call it when they see you–they belt it out like a drunkard singing! They call it incessantly in a span of seconds till you turn and give them your attention. Your name on the boring forms you have to fill, id cards you need to show. Your name when you get tagged on Facebook –the joy of being included, annoyance of the posts irrelevance, horror at if someone finds out about the post. Your name lives as much as you do in your lifespan. And maybe, even after your death, if you're lucky, your name will live on.
(This is issued in public interest. So that parents see how important names are and stop naming their children silly things.)
It's an identifier, of course. But it doesn't stop at being just that. Oh, the dimensions it takes, the feelings it induces.
Your name, rolling on the tongues of your family when you were just born . They feel the name.. judge it.. call it out loud to get used to it.
Your name, from your toddler mouth. Probably pronounced wrong because you haven't mastered the sound of the words that make them up yet.
Your name, you know it means different things. And that's why it makes you feel different things. It depends, right? It depends is calling it out. it depends on tone and context.
You can differentiate between when your mother calls it. You know if she's calling you for lunch or to yell at you for something you did wrong just by the way she calls your name.
Your name called in an anesthesised tone by the receptionist –bold with a sort of question mark in the end.
Your name, from your lovers lips. Joyful and sometimes trailing. In text or out loud. Stomach churn, heart jump, smile ensues.
Your name, from your ex lovers lips. Firm, trying hard to be neutral. Stomach gutted, heart burn grimace .
Your name from when the teacher takes attendance and she pronounces it wrong AGAIN and gives a sheepish grin while the class chuckles and calls you with this new perversion.
Your name and how excitedly your friends call it when they see you–they belt it out like a drunkard singing! They call it incessantly in a span of seconds till you turn and give them your attention. Your name on the boring forms you have to fill, id cards you need to show. Your name when you get tagged on Facebook –the joy of being included, annoyance of the posts irrelevance, horror at if someone finds out about the post. Your name lives as much as you do in your lifespan. And maybe, even after your death, if you're lucky, your name will live on.
(This is issued in public interest. So that parents see how important names are and stop naming their children silly things.)
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