They call me Moonmoon . 🙂 🙂 🙂 The name is a huge hit here in India , thanks to its association with a popular Bollywood siren of yesteryears , who is also sometimes credited with pioneering the name . In keeping with the true spirit of a joint family , with uncles and aunts who loved the newborn(s) almost as much as the just-born parents did, I was christened by my uncle who probably would have contemplated on the popularity and melody of the name rather than its meaning or absence thereof . Fortunately , I have managed to do fine with the name – passing all the exams, official interviews and even visa interviews , like a winged bird .
It was not until I landed in a different country and continent , that the traditional, unexceptional name acquired a whole new value. The huge LOL in a sticky note , displayed adjacent to my name in the very first workplace that I got hired at helped me to realise , how I had taken my name for granted for all those years in my native land , how much it spoke for my roots and who I was . The new friends that I made at the new workplace , started calling me “moon”. I didn’t mind the abbreviation though and in fact grew to love it, with time.
However, when I read the prompt “They call me… “ at Kristi ‘s Finish the sentence Friday , there was a simultaneous flash of a string of adjectives along with the string of my name and nicknames . While I turn to the proper nouns as proofs of my physical existence, it’s the adjectives that attest to the nature of my existence and the nature of my connections with people around me, assigning the real meaning to my name .
P.S. Thank you Josie for helping me discover Finish the sentence Friday where Kristi has asked us to finish the sentence “They call me..” , this week.