January 31 2017

Say my name – Say it right

The Kabalarian Philosophy gives a brief analysis of your first name, knowing this I immediately typed in my first name to know what the analysis would tell me. Here it is.

“You are independent, determined, and secretive. Your appreciation for the beauties of nature motivates you to seek activities in the outdoors. You are interested in the mysteries of life and the occult. You have imaginative and logical mind. You cannot tolerate boredom. You find easy to write your thoughts. You are drawn to conversations in which you can learn something new. Although you appear unfriendly to others, a loner with few close friends, there are times when you would give anything to be spontaneous and natural. You could be exceptionally brilliant in any subject that holds your interest. You could excel in athletics or outdoor sports. Your intense, driving nature must find outlets in creative accomplishments and progress to avoid moods and periods of depression.”

I was amazed reading the analysis; I am just like how it has been mentioned. I have been an athlete (Oh I love marathons)- I love outdoors –the nature- I am writer by profession- a loner with just few friends-occult fascinates me- my imaginations have no limits- I love conversing.

All this is so true because of my first name. I do not wish to give a mention about it, all I can say it starts with R, has 6 alphabets and ends with A and means “heartfelt”.

Your name is what describes you as a person. My name describes me right. I was not officially named till I turned 4. I was given 2 nicknames – one each by father and mother which I am still called and I would like to be called by the same nickname by my friends, after I get married by my husband and InLaw’s and till I die ( not that they are easy they are complicated too like my first name but I am so used being called by nickname, that someone who calls me by my first name I take all the time of the world to sink in)

I have 3 names. My signature name is different from what I am called. I hate how everybody pronounces my first name wrong. It happens all the time, especially when people have to read my name from somewhere. My name is not popular, as I never came across anyone with the same name in all these years except the person who was named the same in 1931 (Dr Thapar). I feel it’s a completely normal name spelled completely normal. It’s more an issue with places that call out my name. I use fake and easy names at Starbucks, Movies and Restaurants that ask for my name. It saves my time and embarrassment. I christen myself – Sapna, Rima, Anu, Sona, Priya, Divya, or Pari.

My name is my personal brand. That’s something I want to share accurately. And the more someone says it wrong, the more accustomed they’ll become to the mispronunciation. Whenever I come across anyone with a difficult name, I always ask in advance how to pronounce his or her name before mangling it. Some of the names have a problem in pronouncing ‘A’ ‘I’ ‘E’, I have a friend named Shreyas, but he is called Shreyaas by most of the people. In my name, the I is turned into EE or L has another L or A has another A.

Both my first and last names are a bit of a strange case. While they appear to be quite straight forward on paper, they have unusual pronunciations. Most of the people have a problem remembering my complete name. Telugu being my mother tongue, my name completely freaks people out here in south, they call it a catholic name but the fact is, it is one of the names carved out of the name Ramaa which is another name of Goddess Lakshmi. This makes my name completely Indian and Hindu. You just cannot imagine the glee on my face when someone pronounces my name right, says he/she knows my name or has heard or read it before or only has to be told once.

I always correct people on their pronunciation because I’ve found that if I do not, they continue to mispronounce it. If a person hopelessly cannot wrap their head around the pronunciation of my first name and last name, I forgive them and move on. This is one of the reasons why I don’t blog or tweet with my real name as I am not fond of giving more occasions to people to further assassinate my name.

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January 31 2017


Sometimes it comes down to ideal timing, total twist of fate or just plain chance. I am always open to serendipity. I never know the cause, but there is always a motive. I would like to share few of my Serendipitous moments to remind how Beautiful life truly is.

  1. Exchanging a smile with a stranger.
  2. A sip of ice-cold water when I am thirsty.
  3. A kiss from him.
  4. Opening windows to the first sunrays
  5. Laughing at something incredibly random
  6. Finding a note from him
  7. Trying a new cuisine and loving it
  8. Reading something that gives me thrills and chills
  9. A hug from a loved one.
  10. The sweet smell of rain.
  11. An unexpected phone call
  12. Stumbling across old photographs.
  13. Listening to a song that brings back memories.
  14. Seeing your reflection in the mirror and feeling confident.
  15. Having a deep conversation and feeling like they ‘get it’.

Serendipity can change your life in ways you may never have dared to dream; it’s just a matter of recall to welcome these moments into your life and to make the most of them. The more you believe in serendipity, the more it’s likely to come about.

This post is written for BLOGCHATTER prompt : Serendipity

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January 30 2017

The Teacup #FridayFotoFiction Week 10

The tea gardens arise on windy plains, packed down panels underneath the tight-pressed scarves on the perimeter. In the heart of them, I stand just like a tea-cup with my mother plucking my flair of tea leaves and picking up the best ones from the basket of thoughts and making it to a thick concentrate of preferences. She adds two spoons of the powdered choices in my mind (my cup) with her blessings of tasty milk and wishes of bonbon sugar, getting out of me a sweet tea of output who receives the taste of a lot of affectionate hearts.

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January 28 2017

Sunday Surprise #MagicOfWarmth

It was 10 am of a Sunday morning and he was still on his bed lazing. He had been travelling through the week and just wanted to sleep till late. He checked his phone expecting notifications from me but finding none, he thought I must be sleeping late like him and he dozed off. Suddenly his phone rang after few minutes and it was my call. The call came unexpected to him as we spoke till midnight. He immediately attended my call, as I spoke he sensed nervousness in my voice. It made him worried and he asked me where was I calling from?

Without any seconds gap, I instead asked where he is right now? He replied, at home but why? I asked him how long it would take him to reach Airport. This made him worried and curious. He asked me what happened and to this I replied playfully ‘I have just landed at the airport, can we meet now?’ This confused him and he shot me with so many questions, to which I replied ‘Come quickly I will tell you everything’.

He left to the Airport but amidst all these hurriedness thousand questions ran in his mind as to what I was doing in the airport as we spoke till late last night and I never told him that I was travelling to Delhi. He was happy, worried and anxious to meet me. He reached and saw me at the arrival terminal, I immediately ran towards him and we hugged each other. Seeing me smiling, all his tensions vanished. He could not wait and asked me all that he had in his mind and all I did was, I just smiled at him and boy, he fell in love with me all over again and kissed me on my forehead, handed me the gift which he had been forgetting to give me not once but thrice. The gift and his kisses melted me instantly and I hugged him tightly that moment I experienced the magic of warmth. I was so happy unwrapping it and said ‘finally my gift reached me’.

I know he loves surprises and this kind, was too special, where he never expected we would be meeting which took his breath away. That Sunday will remain as one of the best of our lives. I wish to give him surprises often. As I end sharing this memory, let me tell you, we are meeting very soon and I have planned surprise(s) for him.

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January 28 2017

My Birthday #MagicOfWarmth

Since morning, B had been observing changes in my behaviour. This made him perplexed as he could not find any explanation for my sudden mood swings. He tried to amuse me with his nastiest humour but it aggravated my mood more. In our so many years of relationship, such incident never happened. Saddened with all this and million questions in his mind, B left for his office with a heavy heart.

At work, while preparing his table for the day, B’s eyes fell on the sheet called social life pinned on his board and my name was on the top of the list. It was my birthday today that he forgot. B realised and cursed himself. He could not believe missing this occasion, because he knew the consequences of this blunder in his life.

He gathered courage and dialled my number. He turned nervous thinking what he would say to me. My phone rang continuously but I did not attend his calls. I wanted him to be the first one to wish me but he was so usual since he woke up that morning.

B decided to take off from work to save his world from getting collapsed. On the way, he took my favourite cake and bouquet of red roses (flowers are my weakness). He was still unsure whether he could convince me.

Tensely and petrified he reached home. I opened the door and I was surprised to see B with cake and bouquet and singing ‘Happy Birthday’ song at the door step for me. I tried hard to conceal my smile but could not. And seeing me smiling, B finally felt relaxed. I took the bouquet from him and he grabbed me tight for a hug and kissed me which made me melt experiencing the magic of warmth.

We cut the cake together and celebrated our private moments making it special. In the afternoon he treated me to wonderful Chinese (my favourite cuisine) food at my favourite restaurant Golden Dragon. We headed towards chudi bazaar post lunch where not just one but he made me take many dozens of colourful glass bangles ( for me bangles are love) and as the day came to dusk, we were at the luxury mall, in the Michael Kors store and he picked up the best bag in coral pink for me as my birthday gift.

When I asked him for his absent-mindedness, B said he had planned this surprise for me and he did not fail to remember my birthday. I gave him a big bear hug.  B managed to make my day unforgettable giving me reminiscences for life time to commit to my memory.

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January 27 2017

WOW – Holding Hands

Theme: ‘The first time you held hands of someone you love.’

The first time I saw you, your handsomeness that showed through with your purity which had the hidden empathy desiring to escape, your heart yearning to give all to me.

The first time you spoke to me, that kind-heartedness in your voice, your silent words spoke through the beauty of your eyes that saw into the depths of my soul.

The first time we held hands, warmth of your hand that seemed to travel from your gentle touch, inward toward my heart bringing love to my every organ.

The first kiss we shared which came after you held me tightly. We were inexperienced. Our silent lips spoke of acknowledgement and approval. With the smoothness of your lips against the deadness of my face, I could feel your increased heart rate in agreement with mine.

I still remember the feelings now after so many years later. Our closeness that we have always maintained, the care for one another that has never weakened, the dreams that have never come to realization and those cards which have never been dealt in our support.

Today in my every dream, when I walk alone, in my heart in silence and in every conversation, and in all those songs we have shared talks about the lingering barrenness inside my soul. I still remember the feeling and all I can do is wish for the return of those same feelings, the return of those long silent walks that would be nothing more than getting back to loving each other.

“This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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