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Saturday 30 November 2013

A Word or Words By Which a Person is Known




My husband named our eldest son after my father in law. It’s quite an old-fashioned name, which I will not mention here, in fear of offending others who are called the same. At the time, I didn’t question my husband’s choice because he wanted to do something nice for his father, since our son was the first grandson on their side of the family and my father in law was quite excited about it. 
Fair enough.

My son, now 13, HATES it. He blatantly refuses to be called by his first name. He makes sure everyone – everyone – refers to him by his second name (which I picked by the way), including his teachers. And he even swears he will have it changed when he turns 18. 

I don’t blame him. The name is awful. Totally unsuitable for his generation. He’s been picked on, made fun of. The name itself has been modified numerous times. It’s been turned into something hilarious, something sort of insulting, and been added into a slogan. My poor boy must have suffered a lot. 

So, how do we pick a name for our brood? How do we know that the name we’ll pick will not go obsolete after a decade or so? I mean, how do we know we’re not turning our child into a future laughingstock? 

The thought of it is really scary. It’s a big decision. And we’re making this decision on behalf of our child, and it’s a decision that will reflect on him as he grows older. Our attempt to be creative can well be the bane of his existence. And trust me, it’s a tough world out there, especially for a child. Us – the parents – should not be the reason that our child can’t fit in. (I always tell my husband this.)

I guess one way to do it is to look at the name from the child’s point of view and think about how the name will sound and fit when the child grows up. It has to be suitable. People draw conclusions based on the name alone. Just like a book. The title gives you an idea of what the book is about. The moment you read the title, you create a story in your head even before you read the blurb. And it’s exactly the same with names. A silly name will make it tremendously difficult for your child to market himself when looking for jobs. A stupid name will not gain him any respect. An unusually spelt name will burden him of having to spell his name correctly to people for the rest of his life. A cutesy name, a name that sounds really adorable on babies, can turn into something absolutely ridiculous when he grows old. 

Thank God my name is not something like Princess Blossom, because I would hate to see my future grandchildren attempt to call me Grandma Princess Blossom while looking at my wrinkly and toothless face, without laughing their heads off. I’d die of humiliation.



Saturday 16 November 2013

Review: Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver

Before I Fall by Lauren OliverStunning.


Even that word is not enough to describe this outstanding piece of work. Lauren Oliver is incredible with words. She can transport you in a place high up, where everything is dark and bright and still beautiful, where cool wind blows softly on your face like a kiss, like a flutter of million eyelashes. Her words can leave you breathless, gasping, emotional, as though the story has become a massive part of your life and you don't want it to end, vehemently refuse to let it go, because you don't want to part with your soul.

Review: Where She Went by Gayle Forman


Where She Went (If I Stay, #2)Original review was posted on Goodreads, 20th of May 2012


Fantastic. Liked it better than If I Stay - which is full of heart-wrenching sadness, focusing on "choice". Whereas Where She Went is an angry, and also a sad story, that focuses on the consequences and after effect of that said "Choice". It's quite a simple story, really, but Foreman's writing is so brilliant, as though she has a direct access to my inner thoughts. In my opinion, she has captured Adam's voice more than Mia's. Loved it!

Monday 11 November 2013

Words

"I love her fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her." ~ Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.

Why is it every time I come across this line, my heart feels as heavy as a rock? And there's fluttering in my stomach? As if I want to do something daft... like spin in the middle of a road, with my arms spread wide.

...Or curl in my bed and let myself get lost in some random dreams about random things.

...Or let go and let fate decide on something I have absolutely no idea.

Odd how some piece of writing, simple words, can make you think of your life and what you have done with it so far.