Thus sayeth Shakespeare.
We don’t agree of course. We here refers to the legion of new parents who are going through the agony of picking a name for their very special newborn. Imagining somehow that this name will be the deciding factor for their future. Agonising over whether to go ethnic ( Sanskrit names are very popular these days), international ( Greek, Romanian, Italian, you name it), very local ( Gauri-like), or very practical ( names that people the world over can pronounce, a task virtually impossible).
When my daughter was born the choice of proposed names flew swiftly and smoothly – I ignored most of them. The variety of names could vie with Baskin-Robbins flavors. In fact some of them got dangerously close to food fantasies. For example, Tiramisu ( suggested by my husband and a deranged friend). I shuddered imagining the jibes my daughter would be subject to in the future. Then there were the names suggested by the grandfather – hearkening back to an era gone by. Names included “Tokapiaram” – the same deranged friend put the nail in the coffin on this one remarking that it sounded like a dhobi’s ( washerman) name. There were others that were highly religious names after the pantheons of Hindu Gods and goddesses.
We finally settled on the name Noyonika, meaning expressive eyes. Which is ironic, as she looks like she may resemble her Mom ( who has Oriental eyes, that are far from being expressive). We have to wait and watch.
Meanwhile, we call her Xunjoni at home. It is an Assamese name. It means Golden Girl. So far she has justified the name by being the reigning queen of our house.