What's in a name? A name is, after all, a name. In my case, there is something more. I was born as the first child of my parents. Like any other loving parents, my parents used to call me "Mon", "Kuttan" and "Raja", that are some words equivalent to son, darling, prince, etc in my native tongue. Life was going so smoothly and happily. And one fine morning my dad handed over a letter to my mother. That was a birthday invitation. It went like this-"We cordially invite you with your family to be part of the birthday celebrations of our son Girija Vallabha Raja Kumar.U.R. on .....". On reading this my mother was equally shocked and confused. She thought over and over and could not figure out who exactly are these Girija, Vallabha, Raja, and Kumar. She was sure that she gave birth to a baby boy only. Seeing my mother in a really confused state, my dad started explaining. It was actually a long lecture which required a deep and thorough underst...
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