Beauty and the Beast
Something very strange happened today in school. Beauty and the Beast’ is the story of the month for my class. So, I played the animation movie of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ for my children on the smart board and started watching it. The characters of ‘Beauty’ and the ‘Beast’ transcended me to a magical world where I felt hypnotised. It was lunch time and the kids were merrily enjoying their meal as they watched the movie. There was pin-drop silence in the class. We were completely lost in the story. Suddenly, I heard a faint voice calling my name. The volume increased gradually and the final blow to this ecstatic feeling was given by my nanny who was literally banging at the half-opened door of my classroom just to gain my attention. And the spell was broken.
Love is enchanting. Magical. Beautiful. I had once read somewhere that love comes in all shapes and sizes. Don’t know about that but, no matter what shape, size, age, looks, status, time or era it is… when love hits you… you feel no pain. It’s a trance. You get hurt, feel humiliated, hate yourself for being taken for granted innumerable times throughout the day throughout the year throughout your life. This is what is called life, right? It does cut like a knife. But if you have that one last strand of love to hold on… you can walk through the pain with a smile on your face. It’s the smile that’s stronger than the army of a thousand rivals. Love is the food for life so… love on…
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.
It’s afternoon, lunch time for most of us in all over the world. I decided to call up to my father and wish him a very Happy Father’s Day. Then my husband, Rahul, wished the same to my father. The call ended with love and laughter. With the mobile still in his hands I told him to call up to his father today. He replied “My father won’t understand these things. We’ve never had this culture of wishing Mother’s Day or Father’s Day to our parents”. I took the mobile from his hands and dialed his father’s number. Of course my mom-in-law(Mumma) answered the call. I told her my purpose of this call. She was overjoyed and said “It’s our good luck that our daughter-in-law values such celebrations. I’ll just give it to your Papa(I call him Papa)”.
My father-in-law is an octogenarian who cannot see or hear properly. Once he used to be one of the best managers in Steel Plant. He sacrificed his desires and likes for his sons. Now the elder one is an ENT specialist and the younger one, my husband, is an engineer. I wished him a Happy Father’s Day. He replied”OK Ok”. I knew that he barely heard what I said to him. Then, in a loud voice, I said “Your son wants to speak with you”. He didn’t say anything. He just waited to hear the voice of his child, now a grown up man touching 40. Rahul took the mobile with much reluctance and finally said those words “Happy Father’s Day”. Rahul was blushing. I don’t know what his father said to him in reply but I do know that these three words made a father’s day. I was happy and at peace
Mumma was filled with guilt as she never imbibed the importance of these days in her children. I told her that in those days the culture was different. So she needn’t feel bad for anything. My words did help her pained heart.
What touched me more today was what Mumma told me about the poor old mason who is doing the repair work at her place with his 20-year-old son.The mason came to work on time. But his son didn’t. The mason seemed quite annoyed. There was a lot of work to be done. He was worried too because it was pouring heavily outside.Terrifying thundering and lightening added up to this old man’s fear.
Finally, his son, all drenched, shows up. This old mason was thoroughly miffed, perturbed and weary by now. He bombarded his son with hell lot of questions -“What took you so long?” “Where have you been?” “Where is your sense of responsibility?”
The son, in his artless way, replied ” I went to buy a pair of trousers for you, father.”