For the NAME sake!

I wonder at times, how important is it to give a name/tag/label to things/situations/issues/people/relations in life. Does giving a name make a lot of difference? Does it create clarity in the minds of people? Is social sanction the ultimate thing which drives humans to be or to ‘not’ to be themselves?

Well, I am certainly struggling to find answers. And this time it is about an emotion. I don’t know how to address it, what to call it (the name thing, yet again) but I refer to it as Love.

Love which is being described in infinite ways, which is experienced by each one of us variedly, which is called by different names, whose intensity cannot be defined, one which is not limited to any particular action, which at times negated and sometimes accepted in its most blur forms but whatever it is…something is there for sure which is understood uniquely by each one of us reading this.

I too have experienced it, each time differently. Through words which only I understood, through extra smiley’s in those texts, those odd timings which did not matter, those initiations which set the mood, through that first unforgettable touch, that ugly fight which strengthen the bond, that haq (right) which was exerted each time, those new names which defined me like never before, those never ending laughs, sharing tears, time and telepathy, through developing new tastes, through acceptance of self and others around…and I can go on and on. Can I give a name to all of this? I probably did...somewhere in my head. I did not publicized it neither I questioned it.

Months passed, it was time to give a sanction or otherwise destroy it forever. Giving it a label was in hands of people closest to me but not close enough to feel all of the above. Days passed I flapped my hands around…all went unseen, with a hope though that someone unseen is seeing it for sure.

Silently I cried, the more I did the more it was going far. Some said I did not flutter enough, some said this is how it is meant to be, some said what’s the point you are over reacting, some said end this emotion soon (no name no gain) and best were those who over looked it, they surely felt some drops but still did not dare to look at me flapping all this while.

I could not give it a suitable name. A label which is accepted by the society, which keeps everything bounded, which is best for people around, which reinforces a positive image, which gives regard to live and be respected.

All this while that little emotion lost its way or was it made to lose its way. It was ignored under different pressure conditions and I was asked out slam it forever and ever in no time left in my hands. Well, most of them said that’s what you are meant to do, for how long will you enjoy without a name? For how long will you be regarded as ‘the other’ thing existing? End it for NAME sake!

I asked to myself, again and again, how important is this name after all? Can’t this emotion breathe and nurture without a name? Does without a label it has lost its standing? Never was there a label, so all of it was waste?

I am being made believe these days that is exactly how life works. Beauty of a flower is appreciated by its looks and names far – far more than those seeds which were quietly buried under the soil.