Her friend, Catherine, was different. Around six feet tall and thick-bodied, she moved awkwardly, desperately trying not to appear different to her fr...ends. She had shoulder length hair cut in an unfashionable style and wore no make up. She had however, the most penetrating blue eyes and dark olive skin. She looked like a girl who spent time outdoors, a tomboy maybe. She was also tired of her air-headed friend and caught my eye with an expression of disdain as her pal made some dumb remark. I. Me: First, Alka, I do appreciate that you trust me. But I still have one more condition. I did not want to discuss that with both of you. Instead, only wanted to talk to you. Hence, may I be frank with you?Alka: Sure Linga.Me: I am going to be here for a year maximum. Hence, I want to enjoy with you as much as possible. Will you accompany me to resorts or other places on weekends?Alka: I will have to check it out with Ajay. But, I would love to spend more time with you till you are here. “First of all, I think it’s pretty wicked that Nicolas is being so faithful and doesn’t mind waiting. I wish more guys were like him. Second of all, what have you actually done since the toy thing?” She talks with ease, no judgement, though she never does, I relax. I don’t know what I’d do without my best friend. “I know I have gotten lucky. I don’t want to lose him though. I’m not going to do something I’m not ready for, just to keep a guy. Not even Nicolas,” I say, telling the truth. “Erm,. In thinking this way we would be blaming the children for the sins of the parents in the first place and then, after that, for the effects of their upbringing if they were not to change these names. So, we add yet another moral question to our daisy chain. To move back to my central topic of why I write though, I want to link this point of someone’s name being a label for self with the issue of taking a political stand and painting a picture of the world as we feel that it should be. Now that.