Discovering My Name.

Mitsu, not complicated, just plain Mitsu, and so is the meaning light or honey/ nectar. How many of us go around every day and forget someone’s name (I know you have your hand up). We’ve all been in a situation where we meet someone whose name escapes us. “Hey, what’s up….buddy.” When we employ phrases like “hi buddy,” or “chief,” or “what’s up…big fella,” this hints the person that their name is forgotten. So is a name really that important…YES!, my name however can have both a disadvantage and an advantage. The story behind it just as simple. In India, before picking a name for the child, the parents have to ask a priest what the first letter of the child's name should be, after looking at the time and date of the baby's birth, the priest then draws out the letter. My parents knew someone named Mitsuie, so they decided to name me after her, playing around with the letter and ending up with Mitsu, and luckily the letter that the priest picked was M. That's all nothing special, in fact my parents didn't even know the meaning before they decided to name me. Of course they made a list, the names they chose were mostly lame, except for Mitsu which was the only Japanese name, or even the only one not Indian. My name feels like a bubble around me, its my own brand. Giving me an identity giving. Some parents keep names that may not be appropriate when they are adults, and the child thinks of changing them, for example my cousin. He changed his name more than 3 times in 2 years! I surely wouldn't do that. Hopefully. So there, the story behind my name. I love it, nothing could suit me better. It's unique, it's me, it's plain Mitsu.