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Sidin’s view about the travails that you face, being a single south Indian guy with a long name is so well known that I actually had to stop myself from linking to his most famous post. But one other not-so-well-known handicap when you have a long name such as mine is the lack of space in official paperwork. I found today that, as was the norm with all my univ paperwork (except my student id), the copy of my official transcript that I received yesterday is missing a vital “n” right at the fag end of that 16 letter long first name of mine. And now, the pukka Tam-bram sounding Ananthanarayanan has ended up sounding like the version from the other side of the Pulicat lake in Reddy land, i.e. a short and sweet Ananthanarayana!

Now, I am dreading the day I receive my degree certificate that Mr. and Mrs. Iyer have picked up from my old address where it was delivered erroneously. Would I be able to get that extra “n” appended to it, in case they haven’t taken note of my specific instructions? In fact I am pretty sure they missed it, because they conveniently forgot that I had given a new address in writing, along with the plea that they include that “n” at the end of my first name!

And the latest item to get on my wish list -a list that contains among other things, a job, money, a BMW Mini Cooper with a gal in the passenger seat, world peace, harsher punishment for parole violators and longer skirts/tunics in the future for the male stars in movies like Troy, is a “dream catcher”. I have been having so much in my mind lately, that a dream-less night (or at least a dream featuring a beautiful girl every night) of sleep, practically seems next to impossible.

This entry was posted on Sunday, January 30th, 2005 at 10:44 pm and is filed under Uncategorized.