This is a very strange thing to write about I know, but I felt compelled.
Does anybody know how it feels to not only have a common first name but an equally common surname?
In my school, there was a girl in my year I was never friends with because our names (both first and last) were the same right down to the spelling(!) and as a result we were never put in the same section for our 14 years at school (starting from KG)!
I don’t know, how you feel like (if you have the misfortune of a common name) calling another with your own name, but I feel weird! I keep wondering how should the name should be pronounced, what is the correct intonation, after all Your Name is something that belongs to you but others use it much more often than you do!
I love my name, don’t get me wrong! I love it when they call out my name in a prize distribution, as a winner, as a performer, i love it when —— whispers my name in my ears (:P), somehow it sounds perfect. And he says he loves the way it rolls off his tongue, how could I not like my name! (But to think he calls out to one of the other of my namesakes in the same way!!! Aaarghhh!!!)
But my patience runs short when I can never make an email account with my own name without adding 352565768749899…. after it!!! Like I am the millionth sample or something!
Sometimes I think what were my parents thinking!!!
The worst of the lot is when I have to patiently stand up and ask, ‘Do you mean the one with an H or without it?’.
See, recently in my post-graduate classes there were two of us with the same name with the only distinction that I spelled my name without the ‘H’ and that’s how we had to be recognized! Then we started being called by our roll numbers, I was #1 and she was #41. Our class mates actually had a lot of fun cooking up methods and nicknames to distinguish between us but trust me, we hated all of them. But finally all the creativity went out of the window, she was simply Micro’s S***** as she was originally from Microbiology (in her graduation) and thankfully I was simply “my name” as I hadn’t changed streams and was stuck through the same in both my grads and post-grads. Even though it was one of the stupidest methods, I was secretly glad, as at least once I got to keep my name as it is!
I just hope my wedding is more hassle-free, and people don’t ask “which S**** is he getting married to?”, after all, the other girl is his friend from school. And his friends still have trouble relating the correct face to the lovely name.
As long as “no wrong number” or hilarious-for-others-only mix-ups (if you get my drift) happens, I am happy!
And when I have kids I am going to find, or make up if necessary, the most unusual combination of letters resulting in a unique name, even if it is of just passable intonation and much less erotic…
Anyway, at the end of the day, after all grumbling and mumbling, I still love my name, after all it is my name, also… *sigh*
What’s in a name? Only my pride. And my dignity. And self-loving respect. And unlimited namesakes…
P.S. Guria is a nice name isn’t it? And not that common. It is my favourite public pet name, christened when I was umm… won’t share!