names

yesterday someone shared a very interesting theory about hindus naming their children after GODS.he said that during earlier times people thought that if they would name their children after deitys then when they would be at their death bed,they would be calling for their names...and that would mean that they will be atleast taking the names of the GODS while dying and this will help them to go to "swarga"...paradise...in the company of teh GODS themselves....

what a novel way to earn brownie points just before you are dying...im sure GOD would be flattered and forgive teh heaps of sins committed during the lifetime and allow you to his party in paradise...

indians are obsessed with naming their children.and the latest of trends is to name them with a complex sanskrit or hindi word which obviously they havent heard of or known until they read it in the book titled "3000 names for your baby"....

but whats striking that you would rarely(read never) find a hindu keeping his childs name in urdu or a muslim in hindi even though they so many of the words they use in their normal vocabulary comprise of the same...this goes to show that we think that essentially hindi is a language of the hindus and urdu of the muslims!
however if their child has to have a pet name...it will have to be an english name...because ofcourse english is an international language and so very modern...

whats wrong with us?...are we as broad minded as we presumed we would be when the 21st century dawns upon us...
sorry mr. shakespeare...lots is in a name...communal and caste extremism ostensibly glitters through them...for the first thing that we do on hearing someones name is to determine his religion and caste so that we can decide if we have to be prejudiced against them...

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