Naming Ceremony

What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Blah blah blah. Then why oh why do we go through so much angst while picking a name, be it for a baby, a business or a blog?

It's simple darlings - it's word power. I have read that the words we speak are creating our future even as they leave our lips. Somewhere at the very core of us, we must all believe that - yes yes, even those who scoff at all this new age stuff - else, why oh why would we go through so much angst while picking a name, be it for a baby, a business or a blog?

I am a great believer that a name ought to convey the essence of the namee. It should be able to conjure some magic when one hears it. Language ought not to pose any barriers here - after all, a poppadum is a poppadum is a poppadum. It invokes your senses to reach for it, hear the crack when you bite into it and then savour the experience of eating it.

When I need to pick a name, words enter my brain and whirl around in crazy nameless shapes. They confuse me. They confound me. They consume me. In the process, I drive myelf and everyone around me bonkers. I chop, change, chop, change chop, change. He he, my family and friends will shake their heads in despair if you were to ask them "Does Hathi patani go through any angst while picking a name, be it for a baby, a business or a blog?"

To those who know me, it shouldn't come as a surprise that I am changing the name of my blog.

Picking a name for my soon-to-be-launched business was the hardest, but to be entirely honest, picking our baby's name was quite easy for hubs and I. And I can now rub my hands with glee at zeroing in on the perfect name for my blog - "The Futnotes".