Life’s just one , right? Also, it’s a battle, a struggle, a compromise. But for who? Who crosses your mind when you say ‘Life is a battle’? It’s those people, who have hurt us, have let us down, those who have made us feel inferior and tried to sabotage our existence into nothingness. In despondence we question ourselves that all the while when we have been a good Samaritan to others why did they let us down by hurting us to the core tearing us apart into pieces that probably would fail to recoup. But do we really fail to recoup? Do we give up? Should we allow people to have an upper-hand over us? NO. We don’t. Then whose fight is it anyway? The answer is simple. It’s yours. It has always been yours. Then who benefits from this struggle? It’s you. It has always been you.
Today, something happened and I was urged to admit by a friend that I am short-tempered and that I would work upon it in future. It came like a massive blow to my whole being as a human, as a mother, as a sister and most of all as a concerned friend. This was a shocking revelation not only to me but to the person who knows me the best in the whole wide world… my mother. It’s only a mother who knows her children best. And all I needed today was her certificate of assurance, her encouraging words of motivation and her unconditional love.
In this journey of life all I have perceived so far is that people misinterpret your silence and helpful nature as your weakness. And your opposition to something that’s actually not right as your flaw. The thing is, people have groomed them well enough with all kinds of negative terms to label you with. They will thrash you with their criticism, shred you ruthlessly and then blame it all on you. So, in this situation, what must you do? Succumb to the oppression? Grieve in pain? Accuse your fate? Repent for having undeserving friends? Torment yourself for being betrayed by those who promised to be your pillar of strength especially in times like this when you needed them the most? Dare you do that.
No one has the power to make you feel lowly and worthless without your permission. Cry as long as you want. Get angry on things around. Scream. Do whatever you want to in order to calm you down. And then my dear, as you wipe your tears, do realize one hard fact of life that you are actually all alone in this battle of life. No one cries or screams in pain with you. No one comes to rest a helping hand on your shoulder to say “Don’t worry… I’m there.” It never happens. All you have got to yourself is YOU.
What you do next is your decision… make sure it’s a wise one.
Moms must have heard or even read the book ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’. Well, I haven’t read it. Not yet. But, both the times while expecting, I expected to find a good, stylish and unique name for my kids. Finding such names for boys was such a tedious task that I didn’t want to have a boy child. I searched for names that start with an ‘R‘. Why? The name of my father-in-law starts with that letter. My mom-in-law named both her sons Rahul and Rupak because she wanted it that way. She hoped that her daughters-in-law would not break the family chain of names starting with ‘R‘. So, I decided to respect her feelings; hence Raayon and Raynaa.
Raayon : 17th Nov 2008
My son, Sunny, now 4 years old, goes to LKG.
I was so worried on his birth as I could not find a name that would suffice my wish. Then my eldest aunt called me up from Kolkata (West Bengal) to congratulate me. She said “I was trying to find a name for your son that would have both ‘R’ (of Rahul) and ‘N’ (that’s the letter my name starts with). I found it. It’s ‘R A A Y O N’. How’s it?”
Wow!, I mean there couldn’t be a better name so far. All my pain caused by a c-section vanished in thin air. I was eager to know the meaning. She said ” . It’s a Bengali name. Benevolent kings who loved and cared for their subject were given this title.” I liked and locked the name for my son. My father suggested the spelling RAAYON so that people pronounce it the way it should be. Nick of the moment a man came in with the Birth Certificate form. Victoriously we filled up the form without any cloud of doubt on my mind. What a relief it was! God bless you my baby!!!
RAYNAA :3rd July 2012
My daughter, 8 months old, keeps me on my toes.
This time I was well prepared. Thanks to Google. A lot of research went into deciding her name. The criteria were –
- The ‘R’ factor.
- There should be an ‘N’ too.
- Raayon means king so my daughter’s name had to be queenly.
- There shouldn’t be any bold sound of any consonant other than ‘R’ and ‘N’.
Finding a perfect name for my daughter became an obsession. I spent sleepless nights thinking on this matter. My daughter should never feel that I was partial. Kids are very emotional. Even a teeny-weeny name-issue has the potential to hurt their sentiments. So finally, after spending hours in front of my computer screen, without blinking I guess for the fear of missing ‘the’ name, I came across this beautiful name ‘REYNA’(Spanish word for Queen) and ‘RAYNA’ (Russian and Latin word for Queen). Eureka!!!
I preferred the one which starts with R A Y … because my son’s name starts with the same letters. Also,since Raayon has 6 letters I modified the spelling and added another ‘A’ to it. So now it is ‘R A Y N A A’. Their father loved it too.
Most importantly I was happy that both my kids have names that complement each other. Raayon and Raynaa. It also has a little part of their parents into it “R and N”. Love you guys!!! God bless!!!
From Mom To You.