I hope some of you will relate to the way I feel about this. I hope there is a blog post out there, warning you about things before you start a blog. Like choosing a name for it you will actually like in months and years to come. I will be completing one year next month and it’s been a very pleasant and exciting journey. But, in case I ever write a memoir, I wish I did not have to label it “the Of Opinions year” because, I would very much like to avoid the polite but audible yawns and rolling-of-eyes-on-being-faced-with-sheer-banality that I will get for naming my blog, my baby this.
I can change it, I know. I’ve been thinking about having a proper, planned sit-down one of these days and actually learning how the WordPress admin thing works and what wonderful things I could do to make my blog better. But, you know how it is (mumbles “procrastination”) so I won’t get into that. But, dreadful as it is, I don’t think it is prudent to change my name. Oops, sorry, my blog’s name. Actually, my name is like my blog’s name. Both are so common, the first in India and the second everywhere in the English-speaking world, that people don’t take much notice of it. Amrita ( my nom de real life) is so common in India. I’ve never known what made my parents choose it. I’m more used to calling some of my friends, and it’s quite a number who go by that name, than feel any special relationship with my own. And yet, I’ve never wanted to change it (except briefly as a teenager when I hoped to be in a girl group and wanted a fun, common noun as a name) because, it could be worse. I could end up being called Scary Spice. I am sure Mel B owns it but, I can’t imagine being rushed to the ER in a hospital and the doctor telling me, “Keep breathing, Scary” multiple times, unable to hold back his snigger even in the circumstance of my surmisable death. I am dying here. R.E.S.P.E.C.T., please.
The point is, naming things are often mistakes that you can’t help. I mean, my parents couldn’t have named me “Unspecified till subject is old enough to choose a name she likes,” could they? Same with my blog. As I named my blog, I started its journey and my own parallel and causational journey with it. Same with me and my parents. I became Amrita to myself, to them and then to the rest of the world and common as it is, there is still something specific to this Amrita which no other Amrita in existence, not even the ones in proximity to her, possess.
Thus, even if I didn’t learn from my own life and named my blog __ Opinions (I’m fine with the Of part. I know the Of-finess is peculiar to me in the entire blogosphere), I hope that it is different from any other opinion-y thing out there. That was the plan, you know. To NOT write typical opinion and culture posts. To not be polarising and provocative because there is too much of that out there. And among that too much, many do it much better than I ever could. Actually, if I really needed to identify with names, I would fail in both cases. Neither am I the “nectar of immortality” (i.e. what Amrita means) nor am I opinionated. It’s true, believe me. I was terrible in those debates and panels on current affairs that some people are allowed to do in schools and colleges because a) they can form sentences that sound important due to their authoritative voices and b) they don’t have anything more exciting to do. While both were true for me, here’s the catch: I have tried, failed and humiliated myself over my inability to be single-minded about something. It is in my nature to accommodate and organise conflicting view points. I can’t have a single perspective. I have to have multiple Opinions about a single thing at the same time.
So, unlike the superpower my own name boasts that I don’t actually possess, my blog name is pretty apt for my blog. And yet, I have to apologise for it every time I tell people about it. I tell them excitedly what I write and how people interact on it and how it’s all exciting and wonderful. And then I tell them its name, wait for them to fall from the enthusiasm that had been built so far to be expelled with a sigh, quickly tell them “It’s a dreadful name, I know” and continue pitching it, hoping one of these days my nom de blog will actually reflect the fact that something different from an opinion blog happens here. Someday, I hope that is true.