“What’s in a name?” my ass

Amortya Ray — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 02:22:33 +0000

Swatiji and Mr. D are the cutest couple ever. Like EVER. And Swatiji is majorly preggers at the moment. So I’m thinking that she should definitely name her first born after me. Because I’m all sorts of awesome. So the other day, I make a little drawing for her on a paper napkin and leave it in her desk drawer. It’s a shame that Swatiji decided not to know the sex of the child beforehand. So with a heavy heart, I had to bring N into the plan to assist with the female names. N, who is also responsible for some of the most scandalous and baller statements ever made in the history of scandalous and baller statements, has recently graduated from coworker status to good friend status. So I wasn’t really upset about bringing her onboard, except for the part when she stabbed me in the back. YES SHE DID. I give you exhibit A.

Exhibit A: Baby names synonymous with awesome

If you look carefully at the image above, you will notice the rather obvious water stains on the writing. And very conveniently, the water appears to have found its way more to “my side” of the page. And if that wasn’t enough, she went ahead and completely blotted my name out. As though I didn’t exist. You make me sick N.

N, THIS MEANS WAR! And Swatiji, I’m really sorry to drag you into this mess, but I present to you the top 5 reasons why you should name your child after me.

I was named after Amartya Sen, who was named by the fabulous Rabindranath Tagore himself. That’s quite an amazing legacy inherited just by virtue of the name. Tagore, obviously, needs no introduction, and Sen, a world famous economist and Harvard professor.
Both Tagore and Sen have won the Nobel Prize in Literature and Economics, respectively. It doesn’t get bigger than that. To quote a friend, that’s a life contrasted by creativity and science. And who knows what shenanigans I pull in my life.
With Obama as President, I reckon that day isn’t too far when we see a brown dude in the White House. I’d rather that the first President of the United States of Indian origin have a classy, majestic sounding name like Amortya/Amartya. And it means immortal. The POTUS which by itself it supremely badass job title and as we all know is a path strewn with life threatening situations. Hence, a name that quite literally translates to immortal would definitely bode better than a name that means love or rain. Politics is not a joke. As leader of the free world, the POTUS needs a name that inspires people to hope for a better future and strikes fear into the hearts of the bad guys. Sadly, “Neha” just doesn’t do it for me (no pun intended).
Swatiji, surely you’re worried how a name like Amortya would work if it’s a girl? I would be too. I should inform you that back in college, for an entire semester, my engineering drawing professor called me Amruta/Amrita. Hence, these are acceptable variations of my name, and I would not be offended if you chose these names for the munchkin. I hate to bring it up, but a name like Neha doesn’t have any President-worthy variations. Just saying.
I’m an amazing namesake to have. I’m kind, charming and a wonderful person. I was more than willing to include N’s suggestions in my list. That was before my trust was betrayed. My trust AND yours. Surely you don’t want your first born to be named after a backstabber like that? Tell tell?

So Swatiji, I rest my case. The ball is now in your court.

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“What’s in a name?” my ass