What's in a name? If someone asked me that, I could give them a .
three hour (and seven minute) lecture on the above title, for I believe that a .
title is as good as a summary of what you write. Therefore, with all due .
respect to Jane Austen for her copyright (perhaps!), I now wish to begin my .
story from my pride of being an angel, prejudice against me and my ultimate .
phoenix-like rise from the ashes.
To expand on the above highly compressed and encapsulated summary .
of this particular incident, a flashback of about ten months or so is .
necessary, to the month of March last year, on the occasion of my paternal .
aunt's wedding. Just as every other wedding, there was great excitement in the .
house, nervousness to get everything right, and of course, a very happy aura .
generally everywhere.
My day, however, did not begin on such a happy note. You see, I am .
not a very superstitious person. However, my general experience shows that when .
I get up at 6 o'clock in the morning out of daily school habit, in the process .
hitting my fragile head upon the bedstead, and then wearing my slippers on the .
wrong feet, my day just has to go on tad bit abnormal side for me.
So I was very cautious after this same routine happened on the day .
of my aunt's wedding. Even after I was ready after breakfast, I was a bit .
uneasy, but I shook it off, and went on to collect my responsibilities for the .
day. As it turned out, I only had two things to do - take care of my younger .
cousin, and make sure that my father's video camera was in safe and secure .
hands, namely mine.
Everything was fine until late evening, the rites were about to .
begin, and so the presence of the video camera was compulsory. That, however, .
could not happen, as the video camera was not working properly. 'Not working .
properly' as in 'Not working at all' and I was sure that was not a good thing .
for me, as I had been in charge for it's well-being.
There are court-jesters in every family, I was not one of them.
