Six months into 2019 and I am no longer Anamika.
I have got a different calling.
This is not an alchemist kind of post. It is way simpler.
Years ago, all I could hear and think of myself was ‘Mumma, Mumma, Mumma’. Yeah, that’s right Mumma x 3, as in first name – Mumma; middle name – Mumma and last name – Mumma. I used to wake up many mornings scratching my head to peel off the Mumma layers in order to unearth my real name. The intensive effort, which I deemed I was exerting, with the intention to reach the core of my name – no, not Netravati (if you remember that post) was not effective enough. The scratching – peeling- digging – excavating only revealed the futility of it all. The Mumma layers were not merely thicker but there was also the constant depositing of the Mumma named gravel on them in various decibels and frequency and acceleration and velocity. The layers kept getting strengthened.
Gradually, help came courtesy the Indian schooling system which adamantly came to my aid by keeping Dhruv in its custody for more than 8 hours. Thus, this way it gave me all the time in the world to launch myself as Anamika once again whereby I began orbiting the blogosphere.
Days passed by. Months passed by. Years passed by. The pages of the calendar flipped over and over.
Calendar and pages? This is not that era. Since we all have smart calendars in our smartphones, let me rephrase.
Days passed by. Months passed by. Years passed by. The screens on the smartphone calendars swiped left, left, left…
Destiny made a knock with January 2019. My paperwork got cleared and I reached Dhruv’s school to offer my voluntary services.
The office asked for my name as in Mrs. XYZ.
I considered my options –
- Will Mrs. Anamika do? Or,
- Mrs. Agnihotri? Or,
- Will it have to be Mrs. Vats?
The first option didn’t stand a chance. Since there was no Mr. Agnihotri in my picture, the second one also had to be crossed out. I had to make a pact with agreeing upon Mrs. Vats.
With the addressing issue resolved, each time the deputy headteacher mentioned Mrs. Vats, I couldn’t recognize who is this person. Not me, certainly. Oh yes! this is indeed me, actually.
This wasn’t the sweet end here. I reached the class where the children and the class teacher faced their own troubles with pronouncing Vats right. I, thereby, went ahead deciding to smooth things out between the class and me. I wasn’t (and am not in my head) Mrs. Vats hence it did not matter if they called me by any name.
“Call me Mrs. Vee,” I wrote on the whiteboard in the classroom.
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