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What’s in a name?

Posted by Rojit on June 16, 2011

When I grew up in a serene place where the face of infrastructural development wasn’t in the picture that much, I somehow missed the very idea of what my name actually means. Many a people name their kids’ names such that it has a beautiful meaning..a sanskrit word may be or something representing part of the nature. And today right now, in Fore School of Management IT lab, I’m pondering over what my name actually means. Of course I know why and how my name came into being. And I’m thankful to my parents for not naming me some long words like Madhuchandra or Devakishor or Sukumar or Superman(there is in fact a guy called Superman whom I know). My elder sister’s name is Roji and that’s a pure girl’s name. And when my parents had me, luckily, they thought of naming me such that it rhymes with my sister’s name. So, they simply put a “T” in my sister’s name and bang..there is my name – ROJIT. As simple as that. But never have I ever thought of what my name means literally may be in English or Manipuri or any other language…and I must say this search hasn’t stopped yet and yet the result seems so far far away. Google is the greatest tool and still, there isn’t any meaning for Rojit. You type the name Rojit and you’ll find meanings for Rohit. It sucks..! Someday if I ever happen to fall for a girl and happen to get married and happen to have a baby, I promise to myself, I’ll surely name her/him a name that has actually got a meaning..a Manipuri name preferably which isn’t long at all and easy to say. How many times in my own life do I have to say “Sir/Ma’m, it’s not Rohit, it’s Rojit..R- O – ‘J’ – I – T ” Apart from that I have no complain whatsoever.

Another funny fact is that when Someone writes my name as ‘I. Rojit’ (as I used to before 3rd standard because my sir name is Irom) then if you read it backwards, it will be pronounced as TIJORI. least that’s a hindi word!

And my sir name i.e., Irom is pronounced such that ‘I’ is pronounced as I in India and not I in Ice-cream. But somehow all through my engineering days, I’ve been called Rojit Aii-rom.


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Missing you Ma’m !

Posted by Rojit on June 7, 2011

There are days in a year we always wish them to come back asap and yet there are a few, we would never want to encounter. A day like today, some 5 years before, took one of the few important persons I’ve ever known in my life and for the first time in my life, I actually cried. She was our Class teacher in VIII standard. She taught us Mathematics along with being a great inspiration to a Bosconian like me. It was on this mournful day, she passed away while giving birth to a healthy young boy. And it’s not that I alone am feeling sad today remembering her. All my Bosconian mates certainly miss her and still wish if time could be turned back and if we could do anything..anything at all to save let her see how successful some of her students have become and still plenty on their way to success. I’m not the best student for her but certainly I must be the only one right now blogging about her even though there is minimal chance of this post being noticed by my family or school mates. And whatever I’m gonna jot down here today shouldn’t be taken in such a way that I alone miss her the most or I care her the most. It’s just that I have the worst reason to feel sorry for a day like today which saw a great loss for all the Bosconians from Don Bosco School, Imphal .

I have had plenty of good memories with our Ma’m. She was always happy to find my name in any Mathematics Competition. She would always smile at me the next day and that would tell everything – how proud and ecstatic she was. And the moment seemed to whisper at me that the smile on my best teacher was all I could dream of achieving at those days. The first time I ever knew about her was when I was in VII standard and she used to teach Maths in other section. Her voice was shrill and sharp and I always used to think like “this is totally crazy. Thank God she isn’t teaching us..!” We used to make fun of her in our group considering how short she was and a lady teaching Maths was certainly not in our menu of thoughts. But on the very first day of our VIII standard, she entered in our class as a class teacher and spoke to us a few words. The whole time was surreal for me and I just realized how a simple person could be disguised as an angel. She was a great person with a lot of character. It was hard on her side to maintain a bunch of Bosconians being a teacher at such a young age. But all that she delivered to us each day either through teaching or through her encouraging words, they became indelible imprints both on our hearts and mind. We shall never find a teacher like you, Ma’m.

Miss Dayabati (as we always call you), I’ve treasured beautiful memories of You and I believe with those, I could be a good successful human being as you always want us to be. Bless us. With a cheerful smile, YOU had painted our hearts and we are very proud to say YOU are still part of our lives. Always proud to be your students. Miss you Ma’m.

Lastly Miss, as always, in every year, it’s insane to ask of you this..but if possible please forgive my Dad.

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Belief Vs God

Posted by Rojit on June 2, 2011

How often an atheist has to go along with theists? On 11th May, I just couldn’t believe I offered a cow’s milk to some temple just bcoz an astrologer saw some abnormalities in my kuthi i.e., kundali. And to shoo away any bad luck or marks in my fates, the astrologer told my mom to offer a ‘WHITE’ cow’s milk and other stuffs to a Brahmin. Of course anyone especially in this 21st century, will laugh at the way I went about doing this thing. But the important thing is the belief that we, humans have on such a superstition. And I’m still happy my mom has this belief to an extent I think I can tolerate. She is a doctor herself and understands the modern way of leading a life and yet such a small belief helps her to give some sorta solace to try understand and give confidences to deal with the unseen and unknown forces encompassing this world.

I went with my mom to a Brahmin in Soibam Leikai to offer all the ingredients to prepare kheer. And I had to go back twice to my home – first because my mom forgot the kuthi and second because it was the wrong kuthi that was brought. Was that a simple sign of saying something wrong was gonna happen. The next few days later gave the answer for this doubt. Overall for the puja, some sort of tests of endurances – first is to wake up damn early after going to bed around 3 am, second is to bathe in the early morning and last is repetitive task of going to and fro. The mantra which were sanskrit words spoken or rather murmured by the brahmin had lots of heavy word of which I could remember few of them like – shanti, om, namah, panchalayia, aakash etc etc. And while listening to the old Brahmin uttering these, I was like – is the God really listening to these craps?
Anyway, the important thing I enjoyed after this puja was the kheer made by the bramin. It was fantastic! How come the Brahmin always makes dishes or edible stuffs way better than we do.! Funny as I ponder over.
All in all, how far our culture shall get changed just because of the technology advancement the younger generation is having and the globalisation. How often an atheist has to put on a fake smile just because the persons whom he cares still believe in such a thing?

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