Blessed be, morning and lots of love, fellas!
*Disclaimer: Narcissist post ahead. Go on, read. I know, I am charming... ;)*
Sorry for that over dramatic disclaimer. Thought I'd break the rut of sad, earth shattering powers and magicks and slightly hover at the fringe for a while. Halloween is round the corner and even though I have never ever celebrated it, my secret desire is to be there, anywhere, once. And no, I am not telling who I will be dressed as. :P
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On a serious note, this post was due for a while now. So, most of you know my name by now and those who do not - it's Pradeeta. Now, like everyone, I used to wonder what my name meant. The person who gave me this name never gave me a clear idea and I was obsessed with the fact that my name was something different, something unique. It scared me. I grew up. Yes, and then decided to ask the person who gave me this name. Now this person is my Paternal Grandfather's brother and was an English Lecturer in the village.
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I asked him what does my name mean, because when someone asks me, I am unable to tell them. He told me that he read about it in a book. And the story associated with the name goes as follows:
Once upon a time (Yeah, I know, typical) there was a king, who's wife gave birth to a beautiful daughter. The astrologer in king's court warned him that this daughter will be the reason for his fall and that she should be killed. King was in a war with another ruler at that point of time and realized that this daughter might make him lose, so one day, he went to a faraway forest and left his few weeks old daughter in the jungle, hoping that some animal will kill her. (:|) Anyhow, the girl was not mauled/killed/destroyed by any animal. Instead, listening to her cries, a bird catcher rescued her and brought her up. He named her Pradeeta. (Wow!) She grows up to be a beautiful women and #Cliche' Alert, a Prince sees her and takes her hand and marries her.
End of the Story.
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There was something about this story that never satisfied me. When I got hang of technology, I scanned every single page on the internet to know what my name meant. My father told me Pradeeta was derived from Sanskrit word "Pradatt" which meant "God's Gift". Now this meaning too sounded very *ahem* egotist when I used to tell people. I came across a Scandinavian page which said "Prad" is a root word, meaning small meadow - Seriously, by then, I was strongly disheartened. *Yes, I know. That is why I said, this was narcissistic ;)*
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After all, what's in a name? But I believe and so do all of us, that names are important as they create identity of a person, shape the psyche and attitude as well. With my name, it was always tough for people to remember. Some called me "Pardeeta" "Parineeta" "Praneeta" and I just got used to the similar sounding words by which I was recognized. *Sigh, being complacent can be bad sometimes*
Now, I have in my previous post *Nothing Else Matters* mentioned a roommate; I have also mentioned about her at DOV. Let's call her N. N is one of the most well read girls I have met and she has a special affinity for anything Japanese. She knows the language and would marry a Japanese guy at the drop of a hat. *N, I love you for those moments when we check out adorable Japanese Guys together ;)* Anyhow, I was ranting about my miseries that how my name has bothered me so much so that now I really am on a mission to know what it means. Her answer was simple. And it shocked me so much that I stared at her like a Blow Fish. She said -
"You know, Pradeeta sounds like Perdita, the heroine of William Shakespeare's Winter's Tale"
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I felt that may be this is true and immediately checked it up. And yes, the story is same but freakkin' Spelling is WRONG!
I read up whatever I could and learnt that Perdita was abandoned by her father, the King of Sicilia, who believed that she is an illegitimate child. Perdita (Click on the link to read about her) in Latin means "the lost one" and coincidentally, I have been termed as the one who is always lost in her own world. In my case, the meaning of lost changes. However, you will understand, how pacifying this was, that finally, after 23 years of intrigue and mystery, I understood and got the meaning of my name. And boy, don't I love it? :D
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PS: I love Italian Culture. The name and Perdita's heritage are from Italy. Woohoo! ;)