•             A Rose by any name……………..

    Does not smell as sweet.

    Obviously Shakespeare was not smelling the coffee when he famously asked what’s in a name?  Or was he?

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    Consider this :

                                                      The world addresses me as Mr. Bidkar.


    My name is

    Ghanshyam Pandurang Bidkar

    Bidkar is my family name
    Pandurang is my father’s name
    Ghanshyam is my grandfather’s name

    But since my grandfather was still alive when I was born my grandmother couldn’t address me as such so she named me Vasant since I was born on the first day of Spring. In the family and the neighbourhood where I grew up, I am known as Vasant Bidkar.

    I am my mother’s darling first born child, her golden one, so she calls me Sonu. My younger siblings call me Sonu Dada and their family call me Sonu Kaka or Sonu Mama.

    My mother’s mother calls me Sonya as does my mother’s father, brother and sisters and the entire Gore clan that my mother hails from.

    My school friends call me Vasu.

    My college friends call me Stinker ( logic being Vasu = Smelly = Stinker) or Stinkey.

    My colleagues at work call me Vasant Seth or Sethji since I am working in the family firm.

    My younger colleagues call me Vasant Sir ( This uniquely Indian way of addressing senior colleagues at the workplace these days)

    My wife calls me Poochie ( Oh you’re my Stinky Poo she called me one day , feeling particularly stricken by passion and was since then was inspired to call me her cutie little Poochie)

    My in-laws call me Vasant Rao.( By this time no one even knew I had a name like Ghanshyam)

    My children call me Baba.

    My children’s in-laws call me Baba Saheb

    My grandchildren call me Mottha Baba. ( They call their own children Baba)

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    Incidentally no one has ever called my father Pandurang .( He was also named after his grandfather and was addressed all his life as Ramesh).

    Everyone knew my grandfather as Appasaheb. ( By the time I really got to know him all those who had known him by any other name were either dead or dying)

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    But my name is still

    Ghanshyam Pandurang Bidkar

    And occasionally my mother calls me Dingly, Kookie or Bandya

    The guys on the Squash court call me Lalloo

    My grand daughter from America calls me Baba Ganoush ( who was so excited that I had a name like Ghanshyam and decided to shorten it to Ghanou or Ganoush)

    And my name is still

    Ghanshyam Pandurang Bidkar.

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  • A leopard can never change its spots.

    Photo: A leopard rests in a treetop perch
    Photograph by Beverly Joubert

    This gorgeous graceful animal is distinguished from other cats by the lovely spots. Each spot is different and each leopard has different spots. Yet the saying ” a leopard can never change its spots” is a deprecating statement. How tragic that this beautiful creature is used to describe a person who can never ever change his ways.

    And things never really change – they just appear different.

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  • Indians do not canoodle in public.

    Indians do not hold hands in public.

    Indians do not gaze at each other in public.

    The only thing Indians do uninhibitedly and unabashedly in public is defecating and urinating.

    [bctt tweet=”Yet how did we manage to become 1.27 billion people?” username=”viaunishta”]

    This question is particularly baffling because Indians do not do so many things in public and don’t really have much space to do them in private either.

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    Last night after dinner while our multi-generational family was engaged in some interactive family time, the conversation, as usual, centred around family and more family. Father-in-law and mother-in-law were in full cry apprising Daughter No 1 (who is currently visiting from the US) of family trees, family gossip, social mores and customs long antiquated and abandoned but still alive in their memories. While talking about women covering heads and why we do not cover heads, FIL came up with this pop question :

    DO YOU KNOW WHY WOMEN WEAR NOSE RINGS AND TOE RINGS?

    Looking at our non-plussed expressions he triumphantly came up with this explanation :

    FOR BETTER SEX.

    That was a conversation stopper for sure.  However, we quickly picked up our dropped jawlines and quietly crept into our respective bedrooms. All the while, we looked down pointedly at our un-toe-ringed feet.

    While I know that sex was not invented by the young and that it was vigorously practiced by our ancestors
    ( or we wouldn’t be here today, would we? ), I was quite amazed to find it a part of a normal U Rated after dinner family conversation, for Indians don’t talk about sex in public either. Still reeling from the shock of hearing the word SEX mentioned so openly by my octogenarian FIL, I thought that maybe he did have a point there.
    Consider this :
    His mother was one of  eight daughters
    He himself was one of seven siblings
    My husband is one of three siblings
    My own grandfather was one of seven siblings
    While my own parents were one of four
    I have only one sibling.

    Also, consider this :

    His grandmother and mother as did my great grandmother and grandmother, wore nose rings and toe rings every day of their lives.
    His wife and my mother -in- law wore them occasionally.
    His daughters and daughter -in- law wore them only on their wedding day.

    His daughters and daughter-in-law have only two children each.

    there is a correlation between sex and the rings on your nose and your toes.

    So throw out those romantic dinners with candlelight and roses – go instead for the time and tested desi aphrodisiac, get your nose pierced and wear those rings on your toes.

    p.s. Our grannies really did know best.

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