What’s in a name…
The first time I read Romeo Juliet I understood the question
and the importance of my name. Though Romeo did say to Juliet that there is
nothing in a name and you can call a rose by any name but I did not agree with
that.
I always thought I have a pretty common name. Nabanita- a
very common Bengali name and I was not really happy with it. After reading
Romeo Juliet I asked my mom the meaning of my name. I never liked my name and
so I never felt the urge to ask her why she gave me this name. When I came to
know the meaning from her I liked the name. Don’t know whether it’s the meaning
or the feeling I got after reading Romeo Juliet but I started falling in love
with my name.
My name means- a lady with various new avatars. I loved the
meaning and today I am proud of my name. I do not want to be Juliet or
princess or Angel anymore. Romeo Juliet dies but they helped me to understand
the importance of my name. I grew up and when it came to sign documents I
started using my name as my signature without my surname in it. I was madly in
love with my name by then.
I hate when people write the wrong spelling of my name. I
even hate more when they pronounce my name differently. My name is my identity.
Even though I am not a celebrity one day those who know me directly and those
who know me through my blog posts, will recognize me. BECAUSE, I am what I am- mad, crazy, stupid, insane and cutely imperfect. May be I don't have the perfect them, but I love every imperfection (if any) about it. It was given by my mom. She is no more with me, but today I treasure everything I got from her. Another and most important reason to love my name even more. Yeah, I am possessive about my name. Can't really help that.
I am simple. I am complex.
I am wise. I am stupid.
I am me. I am Nabanita.