“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
Well, Think again.
I have a flair for naming things…I mean giving names and not keeping names 
Let me introduce to you two of my favorite characters-my sisters: K1 & K2, my bestest friends who will make frequent appearances through my posts, who have shared this happiness and fun with me, and who are equally adroit in finding weird names for anything and everything – be it friends, objects, flowers, pets.
BTW, I’m K3
Our love for animals made it almost obvious for us to have pets.
We had some kittens-Poosy (as unique a name as “Tommy” is for dogs. 
) the mother with Suzie, Lucy and likes…
I had always wanted to have a pet-dog and few names I had in my mind were- Pizza, Chocolate, Maggi, Cookie and all cutie pie names, a doggy whom I would walk along…pat and cuddle.
We did have one, a German shepherd. Our parents had suggested him to be named “Prince” and we crowned him the “King”…coz we belong to the famous K-brigade, we thought it appropriate to follow the pattern, & I gave up on all those yummy names for this perfect one;)
Forget my dream walk, this huge heavy-weight champ turned out to be an unmanageable spoilt brat who would take 4 of us (Mom + 3 of us) on rounds of skiing!!! We would run after him on roads, jump off compound walls of our neighbors and get him home with all the pleadings.
It would be a sight of sheer entertainment for our neighbors, who would peep through their windows and doors to have a look at our plight.
Amidst all this fanfare, King would come home.
How well he knew how to command the royal treatment!
I’ve spent most of my summer holidays in my school days at Amma’s (my maternal granny’s) place with my cousins, cattle, dogs, cows, buffaloes, sparrows etc.
The very first of our stints was naming a velvet black jersey. We named her “Bobby” and I remember how much painstakingly we made the villagers who would come to our place call her “Baabi”. There began the story. After Bobby, we named every little new born with the same zeal.
We had kittens named as Shahrukh- the sweet, sluggish grayish brown, Salman- the skeletal white one, Hrithik aka Pappu – the colorful spotted kitten and many more.
“Janaana jaat mardana naam”, meaning masculine names for feminine gender. Hahaha. This is a dialog from a Hindi movie. Any guesses?
I remember a funny incident. I, along with a friend, was walking to the college. I was telling stories of the live soft toys we had at home. Completely engrossed in the talks, I missed why a group of students stopped, laughed and moved on. My friend, who by now was very embarrassed, said that it was all because of my stories. I repeated only the last sentence I had uttered. “Yesterday, Shahrukh came and sat on my lap.” And then we had a good laugh:-)
Well, the dialog is from Iqbal.
We had named our carom coins and the names were inspired from the famous DD serial Chandrakanta’s “ayyars” (eg: Barkha). My favourite was Chapala- the white coin with a black mark on it!
No one will believe this craziness but yes we also had fun naming seeds! I vaguely remember that we used to play some funny game with Tamarind seeds {“chinchuka” in Marathi}…and 3 of us loved a “B-shaped” “Appy”
This continued even in college where I was the official name-keeper for naming inanimate objects, finding out substitute names, secret codes, project names, our “satra-se-khatra” gang name (This is another amazing fact that we were a group of 17 girls during our BE days!)
I’ve earned ample of names with love from my dear ones – Ki, TukTuk, RadioMirchi, Kittu, Kidi, Kima, DK, Chiv-chiv hmmmmmmmmmmmm to name a few.
Who says naam mein kya rakha hai? Kya aapne kabhi naam rakha hai?
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