The middle name tag.

HGMom tagged me for this ages back.

First you're supposed to mention the rules, so here goes. There are 3 rules.
Rule 1. The rules must be mentioned in the beginning of the tag.

Rule 2 You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.

Rule 3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Hmmm... I don't have a middle name. When I first read this tag, I thought I'd use my blog name, but its too long. Today when I sat down to do this tag, it just came to me. For half my life, I went around with another name that I don't use now, for its changed on all my records. But I loved it and lots of people used to call me just by that name, and sometimes I miss it a lot, as I do the owner of that name too.
I'm talking of my surname before marriage- Krishnan. ( As a teenager, I had quite militant ideas about why a girl had to tag on the name of her husband after marriage, but here now, I'm tamely doing the same. Sacrilegious)

So here goes.. and this one's for you, Daddy!

K- Kitchen. This room plays quite an important role in my life. My Mom used to make the easily-distracted-me (now you know where Sonny boy gets it from) study from the kitchen, where she could keep an eye on me while I was a kid. Some years down the line, after we moved into our new house, we Mom and kids had our breakfast there when Daddy was away, and it became a bonding place. It remains that. To this day, whenever I go home, we 3 girls just gang up there. Me, my Mom and my sis. My sis and me are ostensibly there to help Mom, but we just go yakkitty yakkitty yak, while poor Mom does everything and at times asks us to shut up too, because she gets distracted by our talk! The sons-in-law of course are banished to the front of the TV (need you even wonder?)

R- Respect. I see this as an integral part of my relationships with people all around. Its such a simple thing, but so hard to gain and keep. Once respect is established, everything else comes so much faster and easier- be it in school/college, be it at work, be it with in-laws, be it with your family. And it has very little to do with designations. I might not respect the Vice President, but I might have respect for the simple lift boy, for the way in which he gets his work done.

I- Inquisitiveness. Now this is one thing I wish I had in plenty. I'm curious enough about lots of things, but some things leave me totally unmoved. Which never ceases to amaze my husband. Like politics. Like the latest gizmos. Like what makes things run. Naah. Like I said, I'm quite happy to be left by the wayside.

S- Sentiment. I'm a very sentimental person. I think with my heart, not my brain, which frequently leads to several mishaps.

H- Humility. I admire this quality in anybody. I think it makes you a much nicer human being no matter how big you become, if you can remain rooted to the ground. And I've always found that the truly 'big' people remain humble and approachable.

N- Naughty. I've been labelled this nearly all my life, till I got married. (And now, the poor husband certainly can't run to anybody with this complaint, for he got into this himself.) Apparently, I was nothing but a bundle of trouble all through school and college. It didn't help matters one bit, that my sister was the paavamest, nicest, sweetest girl before me. She always came back from school on time, while there were plenty of times when my auto driver went off without me and sent my Mom into distress mode till I was found safe, which was when it was time for me to go into distresss mode. In college, she like a good girl, always stayed home for all the rowdy celebrations, while I was thick in the middle of it. ( Did I tell you I was once hauled off by the lady cops at university? *wink* And I gave my name to them as Veronica at the police station. Ah, those days!)

A- Attachment. I find it very easy to get attached to places, persons. This makes it easy for me to adjust to new situations, but difficult to let go of the old. When I do get attached, I give my all, but the person on the other end doesn't necessarily have to be of the same mind. This has frequently led to disillusionments, minor and major. My Dad once advised me not to be so passionate about things, to always maintain a level of detachment, but I still haven't managed that. I'm very attached to my family. They're my biggest source of strength.

N- Nice. This is such a nice adjective. And there have been so many nice persons that have crossed my life. People who have made such a difference by virtue of their niceness. Who have made an otherwise intolerant situation tolerable. And while I don't want to be remembered as great, or lovely or important or useful, nice is something that would be nice to be remembered as. For you can continue to be nice all your life. In one way or another.

I think everybody else has already done this, so I tag anyone who comes across this tag and feels like taking it up.