What’s there in a name?


What’s there in a name?

 

I knew a guy named ‘angel’; who as his name suggests should have been
as
sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos,
However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like
an
diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading
down his
nape.

I knew a guy named ‘Tarzan’; who as his name suggests should have been
as
strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his
shirt,
However when I saw him transgressing across the road; he looked as
feeble as
the innocuous rabbit; trying to shirk society and retreat as quickly as
possible into his den.

I knew a girl named ‘felicity’; who as her name suggested should have
been
basking in a river of perennial happiness,
However when I sat with her for marathon hours on the trot; I realized
she was
a misfit for her name; as she neither smiled nor moved; incessantly
maintaining a face as expressionless as a stone.

I knew a guy named ‘prince’; who as his name suggested should have been
embellished in an armory of exquisite diamonds and silver,
However when one saw him voraciously scratching his hair; he held a
threadbare
container of steel to beg; wore scanty rags of paper to drape his
shivering
silhouette.

I knew a girl named ‘honey’; who as her name suggests should have been
as
sweet and melodious as the nectar oozing from beehives,
However when I sat beside her across the table; she irascibly hurled at
me a
volley of abashing expletives; burst on me unrelentingly like a
pugnacious
green chili.

I knew a guy named ‘love’; who as his name suggests should have been
with a
congenial attitude; amicably propagating the essence of friendship,
However when I stumbled upon him suddenly at the discotheque; the first
thing
he said was; he wanted to mercilessly kill the girl next door for
rejecting
his proposal of illicit romance.

I knew a girl named ‘rose’; who as her name suggests should have been
as
mystical and enchanting as the mesmerizing flower,
However it was a fact that people shut their noses as she arrived; as
she
smelt of deplorable rotten eggs; intransigently spreading her aroma
wherever
she went.

I knew a guy named ‘crystal’; who as his name suggests should have been
as
scintillating as the conglomerate of silver mirrors,
However when I nudged by him on the street under the dazzling sunlight;
I
could hardly believe my eyes; as he appeared blacker than the blackest
piece
of coal existing on this earth.

On the other hand I knew a guy named ‘brownie’; who as his name
suggests
should have been colored as disdainful mud,
However when I saw him addressing a large assemblage of people; I
realized
that not only was he fair as white ice; but he had the charisma
embedded in
him which few residing on this globe possess.

Therefore folks this is a question I put before you; tell me all of you
‘WHAT’S THERE IN A NAME’; what’s there to even contemplate about a
name,
When the true beauty; the incorrigible spirit to live; the celestial
feeling
of benevolence and unbiased love; all lies impregnated in the throbbing
heart.

(c) (r) copyright- by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

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Comments

What’s in a name, well writtten,
just mortals here to be forgotten.
What’s in a name, may I claim,
when you die nothing would remain.

A rose could well be called lotus,
distraction could well be focus.
A prince could well be a pauper,
a mantis could be named a grasshopper.

A name perhaps is just to identify,
of your worth define and signify.
A name sometimes could be a burden,
its a practice for what, no one’s really certain.

What’s in a name really does matter,
for you can’t call a holy river a gutter.
And you may ask why,
still be clueless till I die.

Let the prince be a pauper,
a dreadful robber be a preacher.
Flowers could be called a nectar,
what really matters is the character.

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name and behaviour or character may not be complementing each other but it tells us something or gives an identity. a good poem and i liked it.

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True….
If I may say- the poem becomes predictable and one knows what is coming next from the 2nd para- Also angels and Gods can have long hair- as Jesus did

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