A rose by any other name...

...is still a rose. The most over hyped flora known to mankind, and a guarantee of unadulterated boredom if a woman gushes on about how much she loooves roses...


My mouth makes a moué at the absence of Tulips and Irises, but the crushed orange petals make me waver, and my hand reflexively reaches for a bunch. The unusual colour nestles like a sunset in the dark green foliage, a perfect foil for the chintzy mosaic vase that came with the flat. They please me inordinately, and bring to mind the whole dilemma of a rose by any other name as I curl up in one corner of the couch....


Rudra. God of storms (and other less inspiring sounding things), the Wild One. A strong name. A good name. A name I want (and not for the rottweiler!). A purely masculine name? Or could I bandy it on both sexes? I can just hear myself turning it into a Rudrarakshasa when miffed.... last night throws up some more interesting possibilities, and I wonder - would I choose sound over substance? Perhaps the double barrel route - Aharya Sattvika....