My name is Anu ; Anu Menon....

It is really amazing to find that the very first and last blog I posted still exists in the digital world even after a very short sabbatical of 9+ years. Hope I didn't get my math wrong. Wishing myself better consistency let me begin again.

I don't really know why I am at it again, after such a looong gap. There have been a few triggers but I still can't figure out what exactly is the correct reason. The few things that come to my mind was watching the movie Su Su Sudhi where Jayasurya opens out his blog to the heroine ( but that was a few days back), my dear wife Vandu asking me to write a blog ( she keeps telling me this every few weeks), KK's post on whats app planning a road trip to 48 cities in India without honking ( KK is Krishna Kumar one of my cousins- I have been a secret admirer of him all the way), or is it just the stress at work I have been through in my office past few weeks.

Any ways I hope I am more serious in the second coming. I have always believed (strange) that I have been a man of second chance. History has proved me right and may be that is the reason I believe it though on second thoughts it looks stupid ironically. Hopefully I will dwell on it later in my posts if they do come more frequently that this one. I am actually writing a lot more than I intended to and straying from what I wanted to write when I began writing.

What I wanted to write today was regarding my name - Anu. The three letter short and sweet (to some...) name has stuck with me for so long a time now. I have had my share of ups a downs with my name. To begin with I was not at all happy with this name from the time I remember. The obvious reason being that it is a girls name. I have had my share of trauma in my school days due to the not so sweet taunts I received from my mates at school. I remember asking  achan and amma for having put me through this ordeal of having a girl' s name "n " number of times only to receive the answer from them that it was a clerical mistake in my birth certificate which I can get corrected if I feel so when I grow big.  Back then I wanted to be big soon to get my name changed but strangely when I grew big I didn't feel like changing it though I tweaked it a bit by attaching a surname which I never had. Now I realize the wisdom my parents showed in not going for a change when I complained.

The story goes as follows. My parents had actually named me Anoop ( which I always liked to believe was my name till  I joined college and suddenly I started liking my name Anu thanks to 3 guys with the same name- none of them girls at last).  It was my grandfather Mr. Raghavan Nair who was either assigned the task or who took the onus upon himself of getting his grandchild's birth certificate from the panchayath. It was here that the things went wrong terribly wrong. Nobody still knows who made the mistake but everybody knows that nobody noticed that the name in my birth certificate was written Anu and not Anoop. Was it my muthachan who spelt my name wrong in the application ( don't know if there was a written application then) or was it  a government servant in the office who least cared what spelling he wrote on the certificate who made the mistake. Can't miss the irony how  a small mistake ( nobody even gave a thought) stuck with me for the rest of my life ( good or bad no one would ever know).  But one thing I am sure is the deep impact it has had on me.

I think it is time to wind up for now. My time for myself to write this blog has been breached by my lovely wife. Now she has to read this before  I decide to proceed with writing further. Hope to continue some time soon. ( it should not take me 9 years to write my next one...as  I am enjoying writing this one..hi hi)