07 Nov

In the days before gender identity became infra dig and when fond parents gave toy cars and guns to little boys and dolls and ribbons to little girls without being politically incorrect. I was burdened with a unisex name- Kajal- phoentically spelt ‘Kajol’ of Bollywood fame. This led to merciless ribbing by peers and taught me a great deal about unarmed combat. Being a skinny kid, I often paid in blood for the honour of my young manhood, tears being strictly “no-no” for the boys. I heartily hated my grandma for this indignity and tried to keep my dark secret from strangers, always emphasising my official tag of ‘Soumya’- in Bengali, an unambiguous male nomenclature. This saw me through till college.

In the predominantly North Indian ambience of our campus in the Capital, ‘Soumya’ did not pose any problems. In any case, a series of appellation like ‘Somu’. ‘Bong’, ‘Commie’, ‘Cat’ were attached to me and all of them answered without a gender bias. The only jarring note came during allocation of hostel seats from some South Indian colleagues. With that kind of a name, I was headed for the women’s hostel, they said.
Some years later, two developments caused complications once more. I had started working for a South-based corporation and had also gone into that partnership allegedly made in heaven. In our case, probably it was a result of detente between different heavens. For, my alliance partner was a North Indian lady of another religious persuasion who answered to the extremely masculine call of ‘Tajinder’. The name always conjured up in my mind an image of a large hirsute transport operator- the exact opposite of the petite accountant with whom I had hitched my future.
In the South, ‘Soumya’ is commonly associated with the fairer sex, the male equivalent being ‘Soumyan’. Thus all correspondence to me was always marked to ‘Ms. S Mukherjee’ while my wife was always ‘Mr TM’. This confusion was also posted to hotel room and guest house reservations for us by tour operators and our company officials. We were always acutely aware of gender bias and sexual discrimination in the workplace-in reverse. When my male chauvinist ego was bruised by my wife’s faster climb up the corporate ladder, I blamed it on my name.
How I wish my name had been chosen with greater foresight or at least that the Capital’s penchant for unisex names like ‘Hunny’, ‘Sunny’, ‘Guddu’, ‘Tinku’ had influenced the naming process. Now when my young nephews sport long hair and ear studs, chain, kara and rings and my daughter is equally comfortable with the politically incorrect AK-47s and Barbie dolls, my name probably would not matter. But things were vastly different in my youth and continue to be so for my generation. Maybe I should file an affidavit in court and carry a declaration in the personal columns to clear the sexual ambiguity of my tag

Posted by on November 7, 2013 in Humour, memoir


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15 responses to “NAME THE SEX

  1. Smita

    November 8, 2013 at 1:18 am

    👏👏👍👍👍sir to be very even I thought the same till the time I met u and mam .

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  2. TheLastWord

    November 8, 2013 at 6:05 am

    Heh Heh! Poor you!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ajit

    November 11, 2013 at 3:20 pm

    With name like this you must have the free access to girls hostel and the places where the fairer sex trod. Lucky you.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      June 11, 2015 at 6:34 am

      no Ajit, they checked faces as well, and like everyone else I waited sheepisxhly at the gate under intence scrutiny whenever meeting anyone from girls hostel


  4. Anonymous

    November 11, 2013 at 5:05 pm

    Enjoyed this, Soumya. I keep getting mail addressed to Mr Bishakha De Sarkar — though I can’t understand why! Your post reminds me of my friend’s brother, who was five or six when the friend — who was from Tamil Nadu — gave birth to her daughter. She was discussing names with everybody, and her little brother had a suggestion: He wanted her to be named Gurinder, because his best friend in school was a girl called Gurinder. My Tamilian friend had to explain to him why they couldn’t name the little one Gurinder, but I think the brother wasn’t convinced!

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  5. wiseguy from the east

    June 10, 2015 at 9:47 am

    Reblogged this on Idyll Dreams of an Idle Fellow and commented:

    as gender issues are hotting up, a relook


  6. vishalbheeroo

    June 10, 2015 at 12:50 pm

    hehe..sorry for laughing but it’s such an interesting story with the confusion about envelope and names of the couple. Guess, such things can haunt.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      June 10, 2015 at 12:53 pm

      Confusion still goes on as in Maharashtra too soumya is a woman’s name and Tajinder a guys


  7. Samita. Asu

    June 10, 2015 at 5:38 pm

    It does not end here. Since Iam in Tamil Nadu, my name has changed its spelling. No matter how much I try to put forth that there is no ‘h’ in SAMITA…they always ignore it and tell me it has to be SAMITHA. Here ‘h’ is added automatically to every word after a ‘t’ . You suffered from gender bias….we suffer from our names being chAnged without our consent. But as usual you have put forth it with your good sense of humor.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      June 11, 2015 at 6:32 am

      Yes Samitha :). Being in a Chennai based company I know. In Maharashtra they also force you to add a middle name, it being your dads. So suddenly I have become the namesake of a BJP icon, S P Mukherjee


  8. Sukanya

    March 18, 2016 at 3:02 pm

    Very well written Soumya….I will now look fwd to a piece on sobriquets!

    Liked by 1 person


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