Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The name Aditya
In India, we have various traditions or customs to keep a child's name.
Some families abide by the choice of child's grandparents; sometimes the father's sisters pass the final verdict and so on and so forth. Different cultures, different styles of keeping baby names.
In Thakur family, no specific rule prevailed. The name all agree was kept. So as the baby was born, the suggestions started pouring in and that too in large quantities. But nothing was to be finalized before Pandit Ram Shastri, made his kundli and suggests the alphabets with which the name had to start.
The day Aditya came home, he was followed by Shastrijie, who explained the family, how good the kundli is, and when asked about the alphabets the name should start with, he poured started studying the kundli, like students gaze at their mathematics board exams. Finally he announced, a, d, l are the best letters, and anyone cane be chosen to have auspicious name for the child. Though the family didn’t follow these things blindly, but it was felt that this way there choice would be narrowed, to find the best name for their child.
Thus began a pandemonium in the huge house of thakurs, where relatives from far and near had congregated to bless the little one. Everyone had an opinion, and everyone put their opinion above others. The boy was the heir of huge fortunes, he should be named appropriately. One elderly lady, buajie, she was fondly called, got stubborn that boy should be named dharmendra, her favorite hero.na, shooted back her daughter-in-law” then he will just keep on fighting with everyone and anyone."Plus", added another lady he doesn’t even dance proporely"everyone in the room chuckled. Despite heavy arguments, they were enjoying this to the fullest."Hey, how about jeetendra?” quipped Aditya’s mamajie."He dances great.” more laughter in the room, embarrassed he muttered” I was serious, it is a good name", to which everyone laughed again.
The proud father meanwhile had formulated a wonderful theory; let’s name him dhananjay he said,
He will bring lot of money to the family. The theory was disposed as soon as it was proposed. So much so, his wife reminded him that it was his sleep time.
So, the day passed, the raja beta, unaware of the ruckus caused by him, enjoying the attention given to him, and everyone was still looking for a name. Even the servants of the family came to Aditya’s mother with suggestions. The best one was by Sitaram, the head cook. He thought lambodhar; another word for Ganeshjie should be right choice. The little children, also found a new game to play, they had their own personal discussions, which name sounds good, which suits the boy best, they weren’t concerned with the meanings, but
How the name sounded, so they listened to the adult’s conversations well, and analyzed with their minds.Ritujaa confided to her mother that the children party thought Sheila aunty was right,Lakshay was a good name.
The next day, the drama began all over again. At the breakfast table, one of the cousins suggested, Ankit was a good name, too common echoed everyone. I got it. Shouted the visibly excited chachi, DEVANSH, we name him Devansh.before anyone could appreciate her choice, the silent, and calm grandmother gave her a scornful look.” Those Vermas, who own the textile factory in Delhi, they kept their son’s name Devansh, 6 months back. The poor lady wanted to defend herself, but looking at her mother-in law’s face she changed her mind. The grandfather, all silent and a patient listener meanwhile changed the topic and called out the duties of everyone for the special lunch that was to be hosted for the workers of Thakur farms, their factories and other businesses,though the larger part of their income came from farming, they had considerable shares in other businesses in and around Delhi. The lunch was a special one as Mr. R.P. Thakur, the grandfather of the boy and the head of the family, would seek blessings for his only grandson till date from less fortunate people. A lavish lunch was organized and for the gifts, it was decided to give a pair of blanket each to all the families that would be coming. So the grandfather made it clear especially to faraway cousins that those people should be treated with supreme respect and the service of lunch will be done by the family and not the servants. He thought that this will give their brains a rest also, but instead now there was more noise than he had anticipated.
Being the head of the family, he wasn’t allowed by everyone else in the kitchen and other preparations, so he decided to roam around in the garden, far from the noise and welcome the people, who would be arriving any minute. Presently, he saw an old man coming from the gate. He was carrying two crates made of wood.” Ram Ram bauji”.He called out, keeping the boxes down, and folding hands.” Ram Ram Shivkumar,yeh kya le aaye”[what have you got shivkumar?] “Mangoes, from orchards in the village got some for you people, bahut bahut badhai bauji.”[congratulations master],cant offer you anything, you know, our stove burns because of you, my master.Mr.Thakur had seen this all many times before, the gratitude, thankfulness, it touched the heart, only that loyalty was now decreasing in the next generation employees, was a concern. Shivkumar was an old hand at the farms, and an indispensable one, how much stock of whatever was produced in the farms, he had his own small piece of land in a village near Thakurpur, on Mr.Thakurs behest, it was converted into a mango orchard and the mangoes were marketed through Thakur’s sources. This was also because; he had seen his potential in early days when he was just another worker in the farms. On inquiry it was known that, Shivkumar was a son of a temple priest, and was the one of those rare literate people in his village. Mr.Thakur, immediately declared that Shivkumar should report to him only, with immediate effect, starting a unique relationship between master and servant, they sometimes talked like friends, behaved like shrewd business partners, The Thakur never ignored his servant’s advice, and would even give him some share if produce was very good.
Now many workers, along with their families were coming, having their food in batches, while other waited patiently in the lawns. Everyone was requested with folded hands to bless the child, who was brought in the veranda, and Aditya’s parents handed over blankets to people, who under ordinary circumstances couldn’t even afford proper bedding. But it wasn’t the lure of free food or gifts that had brought them there; it was the love and respect that they shared mutually with the family, who had stood by them through thick and thin.
This fact was pointed out by Shivkumar to Mr.Thakur, who smiled, with deep satisfaction. They were strolling in the garden, as the head of the family needed some plants replaced and he won’t call the gardener to do it, Shivkumar would be alerted, he would handle it himself. Within a day his favorite flowers would be planted, Shivkumar knew his choice, and he in turn trusted his opinion.
“You know I was sleeping comfortably and my grandson w as born, I wanted to be the first one to se e him.” Shivkumar knew his master well, with growing stature and age, habit of complaining was also growing.” So what name have you decided for our chotte sarkar?”
“Ah! Nothing, they all have created a circus out here, Panditjie gave three letters,a,l,d.I asked Gurujie also, he is away in London and has advised me to move on, he never decided the names of the little ones, that’s for the family he preaches.”
“I” He said it, but hesitated and stopped.” The Master observed the reaction and understood that he was holding back something because of what he had said just now.
“Come on, say it, you are family, never forget that.”
“Master, he was born at dawn, right?”
“Yes, but why?”
“Let’s call him Aditya, the sun, who has just risen, and will, with his power of light, will shine bright on this family and for many others who depend on it.”
The idea stuck to the old man, as he had just struck oil in a water
Pond. He took his servant’s hand, rushed into the veranda, asked him to stand there, and call everyone. He was back in 5 minutes, with a bag in hand and
Spoke to the gathering in front of him,
From this day, my grandson shall be named Aditya Thakur
Bless him so he Brights shine, and spread warmth all over.
There was an instant approval from all quarters as everyone clapped hard, and shouted praise of the almighty to bless the young one.
Saying this Mr.Thakur took out a brick of gold, from the bag he had brought from inside and thrusted into the hands of Shivkumar.
Posted by Tshhar Mangal at 7:43 PM
Labels: Aditya thakur
11 comments:
Sahefa said...
Such an interesting process:D
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 10:44:00 PM
Tshhar Mangal said...
abhi complete karna hai
fir padna,mos tprobably intresting banega
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 10:47:00 PM
Sahefa said...
i am sure it will be interesting. I guess india mein sab se commom name Rahul or Rohit hota hai. Mein ne to usually yahi sune hein:D
Thursday, March 20, 2008 12:01:00 AM
Tshhar Mangal said...
hehehe
Mera name common nahi?
itna acha sa name hai
and here traditionally jaise naam rakhte hain,waise i havent shown.
I have tried to show,in a totally different and unusuall fashion.
Hope it strikes a chord somewhere.
Thursday, March 20, 2008 4:18:00 AM
Sahefa said...
it rocks yaaar. Your name is also very popular lekin itna nai jitna rahul or rohit hai hai.
Thursday, March 20, 2008 10:57:00 AM
Tshhar Mangal said...
:-)
Thank you,waise curiosity sake asking,
How do they name babies in your society. :-)
Thursday, March 20, 2008 1:44:00 PM
Sahefa said...
I don't know that exactly but most commonly it depends on the family members of the child...whatever they want.
And people who are very religious find the name in Quran...i don't know how do they do that:D
Thursday, March 20, 2008 3:36:00 PM
Tshhar Mangal said...
ohh Great,
mera bada mann karta hai,kabhie pakistan aaun.
Thursday, March 20, 2008 4:05:00 PM
Sahefa said...
Kia yaar har waqt bomb blasts hote rehte hein.
Kabhi to mujhe bahar nikalte waqt bhi dar lagta hai.
Thursday, March 20, 2008 4:12:00 PM
Tshhar Mangal said...
he he
safety to kahin pe bhi nai,
but bomb blasts are always a bad idea.
Thursday, March 20, 2008 7:43:00 PM
Sahefa said...
yup :-D
Friday, March 21, 2008 1:56:00 PM
Haathi de kann vich jaun ....hoye
...So many people remind her daily tht she is the best which has really inflated her ego...
..You can trust her tht she wont trust u ... and thts a fact...
.Highly impatient...domineering...but a sweet heart...