What's in a name!

A little before my brother and I were born, Vasanta and Charyulu had this understanding. They would have two kids, girls ideally. The first one would be named by Charyulu and the next one by Vasanta.

To their immense disappointment, I was the first successful sperm.

Now, however disappointed, Charyulu had to find this name for me. The dutiful son that he is, he asked his mom, her sisters, Vasanta’s mom, her dad, their brothers and sisters, and their parents, wherever available, for a suitable name for this 2 and a half kilo packet of nuisance.

For the lack of a more suitable expression, bless their souls, each of them suggested a letter. Charyulu collected all of them and the count came to 26. And he put all of them together into four words so it would not be too hard for them to pronounce it. They had to call me by this monster after all, you see.

And so I have more letters in my name than boxes in an application form. Lines in an app form are found a little wanting too.

But calling someone by a 26 letter name to suggest the use of a potty instead of a saucepan is rather difficult, considering the tsunami of a rage that tends to accompany such instances. So Charyulu chose the shortest part of my 26 letter train for daily use.

And so, the world calls me a 4-letter word.