Nagabhushanam Nukala, 19 letters long comprising word. But I never hesitated to disclose my name or for pronouncing it. I don't care about my name unless peoples are not pronouncing it correctly. I like to call with my full name.
I have to say a small story, about how my parents picked this peculiar name to me.
But before that, I want you to take 25 years past and need to explain a few parts of my dad's life. "When I was 9 years old, my father sent me with his brother to SURAVARAM for farming the Mango trees. As he thought, I cant afford the money for my four sons' studies. So, I bent for the order even I was interested to study. I had seen all the corners in my life. I faced all the problems at the age of man cant. I know how hard it is. I only knows it. But at that time, my grand father taken an intensive care about me. Because he is the solo witness of my challenges. But he passed away soon, the only person cares about me in this world. At the time of funeral, I promised in myself, I will put your name for my first-born son."
This is the story my father used to say many times. Actually, it is only a small part. He used to share his life with us(me and my brother) at our small age. I heard nearly 100 times. But I never came to know the pain behind his words. May be, it is not the age of feelings. But, I found some of the letters in my dad's desk with his font written to his dad. The pain of his words came to know then.
I have to say a small story, about how my parents picked this peculiar name to me.
But before that, I want you to take 25 years past and need to explain a few parts of my dad's life. "When I was 9 years old, my father sent me with his brother to SURAVARAM for farming the Mango trees. As he thought, I cant afford the money for my four sons' studies. So, I bent for the order even I was interested to study. I had seen all the corners in my life. I faced all the problems at the age of man cant. I know how hard it is. I only knows it. But at that time, my grand father taken an intensive care about me. Because he is the solo witness of my challenges. But he passed away soon, the only person cares about me in this world. At the time of funeral, I promised in myself, I will put your name for my first-born son."
This is the story my father used to say many times. Actually, it is only a small part. He used to share his life with us(me and my brother) at our small age. I heard nearly 100 times. But I never came to know the pain behind his words. May be, it is not the age of feelings. But, I found some of the letters in my dad's desk with his font written to his dad. The pain of his words came to know then.
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