You Name it!

I am bad with names.

"So what was your name again?" That is something that a lot of people can associate with me. However, a deficiency in one area is always compensated by an ability in another.

My ability is to make up names.

I first started naming things when I was two or three years old. I named my dad's motorcycle Baaki. The motorbike did not look anything like Bhagyaraj and I have no clue as to why I named the bike Baaki.

Spot the difference

Then I went on to name my yet to be born sister Saamitha. For reasons I can not fathom, my parents did not like that name which is why my sister is now called Baveeshna.

What do you do when your parents don't approve of the things you are good at? Wait till you can earn your first bucks, break away from them and live your dream.

So after the Saamitha episode, I had to wait for a full 17 years before I got my first job and thus my first salary. I had to name something but did not possess anything that was mine.

So I went back to where it all started. I bought myself a motorbike and called it Snow White.

Snow White

That was not enough. 17 years of suppressed ability needed a vent. So I bought myself a mobile phone and called it Rosemary Telesco. Then I went on to buy a laptop called Isabella. This continued and I am now with Rosemary Telesco VI and Isabella Jr. A few years down the line, when I bought my first car, I named it Red-dy.

Reddy

When I sold my first car and bought another, I had to call it Jackson - after all Jinku Jackson has been sponsoring me all along since my financial independence.

Ask him and he is more likely to say my-financial-in-depend-ence-on-him

A picture is worth a thousand words

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cold start

It is a bad idea to spend New Year's eve with a bunch of strangers in an unknown watering hole and in an unknown country. Do not expect any positive turn of events when you are blurry brained by 9pm. But if you have those rare genes to stand up against any amount of brain-wipe, things can get worse. It is a social stigma to be born with sticky feet and even the least attractive of all female species can turn you down on the dance floor. There is a reason why people queue in front of cash machines before a long night of brain damage. You may find out why on another sober Saturday afternoon. Bartenders leave for home at 4AM and bouncers are capable of bouncing you out of a pub. It is not in a bouncer's job description to hire a cab for you. Your bank balance can crash to a scary single digit number and you may walk around the road asking passer-bys for a 5p on New Year's day.