In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Name that… You!.”
My parents chose to name me “Shilpi” but if I could give my two cents on it, I would’ve gone with something fancier. I faintly remember that did express my displeasure by crying but some wretched soul put a pacifier in my mouth. As I grew up the name grew on me because A- It was short, B- It couldn’t be distorted so no one made fun of it in school but I was delighted with my name when I saw its meaning on Urban dictionary recently. Urban dictionary describes my name as a beautiful, intelligent, but unattainable woman. Flattering, thank you UD 😉 however, I’m sure my parents didn’t focus on this definition especially on the “unattainable” part while choosing this name. In fact, the name shilpi stems from Sanskrit and means an artist, more precisely a sculptor and I can say that I’m an artist of sorts as I’m a trained kathak dancer and though I’m not a sculptor, I could easily call myself a savant. Gazing at sculptures and other work of art is like a balm for my senses. I can spend hours noticing all its intricacies, all its imperfections caused by wear and tear of time and other finer details. I am also a hoarder of stone sculpture, it’s my
hobby new-found neurosis which is proving to be fatal for my husband and his credit card. I recon from my recent trip to Bali and how I moped around for hours because my husband denied firing his Amex card to buy me the 4th statue I had my eyes on. Well, I know it started with my name and I can clearly see I’ve gone on a tangent but I guess it was important to help you feel my flow :-). Hence folks, I’d like to say that I love the name my parents gave me and I think it totally compliments the eccentric me. Why eccentric? Well, most artists are slightly eccentric, aren’t they?