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Names are like a wonder-world in themselves. They are just like stories, or more precisely like blogs: some blogs are just fascinating, some are beautifully embedded with thoughts. Powerful enough, names can make you fall in love with a person sometimes.
Except, as in my culture of religious beliefs and beliefs in priests, the initial of the name is
suggested decided by the priest after some spiritual calculations and meditations. The Initial letter of the name is supposed to be lucky for the child. As for these beliefs, most parents prefer to choose a name from the given initial. Sometimes these superstitions are so at a peak that parents tend to get the name of the child changed just because they feel he is having a bad luck.
Still, I am happy as to what my name is, for I believe that The name doesn’t build up a personality; It’s the personality that builds up a name. At the time of my birth, I received the initial P. My grandfather, being a man of strict personality, took two names and my parents had to choose one. So, I don’t know whom to give the complete credit for the name.
The meaning of my name is : “Symbol”
Well yes, I do think it suits me for I have this ambition of being an idol for others, and one day I would inspire many, as today I am inspired by many.
As for my children’s name, well I myself am not an adult yet so I have to build up a reputation for my name, before I can decide names for my children. For a conclusion, I love my name.
If I were in a world of barter system, and were given a choice as to trade whatever I wish, I’d trade emotions. If I could, I would take all the sadness and depressions of the world, and give away my happiness in return. The only reason for making this uncommon trade is that making the world happy, and putting a biiiiigggg smile on the depressed faces is what I always have intended to do. And yes, making them smile would give me more happiness to overcome the pain of the world I took in exchange, so yes I’ll smile seeing them smile.
“The best way to cheer up is to try to cheer someone else up.” – Mark Twain
I’ve been walking for quite some time. Where I started; where I
am heading to; or actually why am I here? I don’t have any
interpretations to that. It is all your sorcery, your emotions, your
infatuation; they made me what I am now – lost. Yeah, it’s you
why I ended up sinking in this voyage. I’d appreciate you for
that; for coming into my life, for indoctrinating me with why I
shouldn’t trust anyone. It’s you, why I’m strolling in these
slapdash streets, with my emotions going deep down into the
ocean with the setting sun. Walking on these roads, looking up
at heaven, and not aware of what’s coming my way. It could be
anything – destruction, wisdom, eminence, anything. And I walk
on, in an eccentric dream of mine, where like a deer in a desert, I
am a craving soul, and I see a puddle far down the lane. Yeah,
the puddle of water is you, and the deer is my heart, and I keep
going on and on, on a blind chase, for in a dark corner of my
heart I know I’ll find you someday. If not you, maybe someone
better. Running like the wind – aimless, baseless, useless, and
without any direction, any motive, any intention. But this another
dream of mine, which has a belief and confidence and a trust of
achieving something out of you at least – a lesson, is many a
times shattered, as I clash into some random street smart
walking with some loud music buzzing around his ears. Maybe he
looks up to me, and maybe says something; ‘maybe’ because I
have been made blind and numb by you, your memories, your
attachments. I can’t hear anything, can’t see
anything, but those dreams I see, hear and feel, that I believe
might lead me into something better, much better than you. I do,
I really do appreciate you from the bottom of my heart for what
you did to me; some memories, lessons, dreams and some
mysteries you left in me. I have to unravel. And as I said:”
Walking on these roads, looking up at heaven, and not aware of
what’s coming my way. It could be anything – disaster, wisdom,
eminence, anything.” or maybe, heaven just has another angel
for me, at the end of my dream, my lane, at the end of my pain;
waiting for me, to hold my hand and to always stay beside,
or maybe to ignite another fire in me. And with all those
thoughts twinkling in my mind like those stars I look up at, I
These thoughts, they flood in me, just as I stand here under the moonlight. Cross-road I look, I glare there at that street light. Its dim, out here, just the moon shining. And then I look there, under that dim street-light, on the other side of the road. Its dark there, pitch dark, a long patch of darkness, and it reminds me of dark times, those dark times in the novel of Human, and the chapter of Humanity. Those scary times, when morals and ethics no longer existed; where night symbolised not peace, but danger; where women where as safe in the nights as a bait is in front of a hungry tiger. Times, which did not acknowledge women a ‘goddess’ anymore; when the devil in man overtook his sense of wisdom, respect and fear; and most of all which have proven to be the worst for our friends and family, sisters, mothers and daughters. Yes, the darkness I see there, reminds me of those scary nights where women are forced to fear; fear the coward man, the one with sinful intentions. These were those nights I talk about, when women were limited to their homes. These are those times of heists, when rapes and murders were more common than common sense. Funny, is it ? And Yes, that’s true, that you turn to a street, and you’ll find more number of assaults than people living there. Life changes with time, that’s what we know, but witnessing this sinful 21st century makes us dislike changes themselves. Women are being subjected to those dreadful times in the past, where they were not respected at all and where they were dominated by men. This is where they have to fight again for their rights and respect; the time when they have to sum up their courage and show the mankind what a so-called ‘dominated gender’, the women, is capable of. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” These crimes, whatever they are, just don’t leave the women in pain, in misery; helpless, discouraged and scared, but they do attack those little minds and hearts, who are walking towards guiding the future of the nation. And I stand here, on this side of the road, looking across at the darkness, under the dim-lighted lamp. But as I hear a thud somewhere behind me, with my heartbeat rising high at the risk of another crime, a drop of tense falling of my forehead in fear, I wait here for an answer – an answer, a solution, a revolution and a wave; a wave of brave, confident and wise citizens, to wipe the dirt off the nation and the scare off our hearts. And I should, but I don’t blame the criminals for their deeds, for crimes have no shame or limits, but I blame the people who are oppressed by it without uttering a word against it, who spot out mistakes but are not willing to find a solution, who first point at the government and when it comes to the judgment, zip up their lips. And some men changed by all I said, have started fighting the wrong already. But these same men do turn to me and ask : “What is it that I did to change the world, but just complaint with a pen?” So I smile back at them and say, with the pen mightier than the sword, I just changed you men.
“The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.” – Albert Einstein