ABC Challenge #14: N for Name

From Ashwini C N to Ashwini Cuppu.

So I am back to telling you guys more about my name. If you haven’t read the story of my name yet, please read it here (The Story of myName).

My dear sister, chose my name. She decided that I would be Ashwini. My parents decided that I would be C.N.Ashwini. N stands for my dad’s name and C is my Grandfather’s great grandafather’s name. In short, our family name.  At school, they took it upon themselves to rename me Ashwini C.N, since they felt the need to put the initials after the name. I did not have a problem with that. In fact I use that name everywhere, Ashwini C.N

So, what was my problem? The problem was that no one used to call me by my name. At home, Dad has his own pet name for me. Mom has her own pet name for me. As for my sister, the way she calls me would vary, depending on whether I managed to irritate her beyond her tolerable limits. So the name would keep varying. The rest of the family, call me  by my common pet name.  College friends  call me’ Ash’.  While talking to me in person,  they might use my full name, but while messaging and chatting it’s always Ash.

Oh, Excuse Me Please!

It is believed that we learn a lot from observing things around us rather than just reading about it. A practical experience is hard to forget and sometimes it gets etched deeply in our memories that it has a significant impact on the way we grow up.

Many of us are into the habit of giving excuses for everything under the sun. We look at people giving excuses and getting away with it (most of the time). Seeing people do this day in and day out, we get drawn towards it,involuntarily . Initially we might stammer and stutter, but with practice we would master the art of giving excuses. I happened to read somewhere that the very process of trying to think up of a story to cover up the mess, makes children creative. Absolute rubbish I would say. It’s things like these which gives others a false sense of being right.

To read more on this, kindly click here. Yes, My article has been published in GingerChai :-). Do let me know your thoughts.

(This article was originally written by me and published in Ginger Chai)

6 years and counting.....!

It totally slipped my mind. 

I had too many things loaded on my plate. I had to walk on a tightrope and balance the heavy plate on one hand. It was too much. It was taking a toll on my health and my mind.One day, out of the blue , it dawned on me that this April, I would have been blogging for 6 years. Yes, you read that right. 6 years. 6 wonderful years . As cliched as it might sound, I felt it that it was just the other day that I was writing a letter to my blog for having completed 5 years. Time flies. Indeed.

This year has very special to me and my blog. My blog and I have come a long way. We grew together , made mistakes together and learnt from them together.Initially I thought I should probably write what others would like to read, then I realized, I should probably stick to my ground and write for myself first, and write what my heart tells me to. My blog has been a wonderful parent. It does all the hard work, but when appreciation comes pouring, it redirects everything to me. When criticism comes by, it takes the responsibility and stands defending me, blindly. I owe so much to my blog. It has carved an identity for me. I can now call myself a Blogger and be proud of it. Thanks to my blog.

ABC Challenge #13 : M for Monica

You remember Monica? Of course, she is not someone one would forget. You either know her or you don’t know her. So for all those who know her, you would know what I mean when I say I tend to be a Monica at times.

I prefer things to be clean. But I am not overly obsessed with pen caps lying away from the pens and magazines lying here and there. My mom takes care of all that. Sometimes I act as though I’m possessed, as if Monica has taken over me. I go on a cleaning spree and mercilessly trash everything that I think I don’t need.