It’s all in the name

My name – Hasit, means ‘always smiling’ in Sanskrit. And why was such a name kept? The most common answer I use is that I was born with a big smile on my face, and so, my parents chose this name. A ready and an easy answer. With a name like ‘Hasit’, the question “What does it mean?” is bound to come in introductory conversations.

After that, the next question is about my religion. All kinds of guesses are made about my religion till now. Muslim? Parsi? Christian? And the last comes the real guess, Hindu? And I nod in affirmation. That pretty much makes me multi-cultural by name. But, as a matter of fact, I am an atheist. Nor do I follow any religion. My friends say that I am weird. Well, that’s the way I am. I believe in Forces of Nature. Nature is the creator; Nature is the destroyer.

Then comes the pronunciation problem. Half of my own relatives (young or old) cannot pronounce my name properly. Let alone the outsiders. Some 5-6 versions of my name have come out yet. All made by my dear relatives. Harshit, Hashit, Harsit, Asit are among them. I hate it. I hate it bitterly when they spoil my name. Can’t they just say ‘Hasit’? It’s simple. Isn’t it? Even while booking a table at restaurants, I have to repeat my name at least 3 times to the manager. After years of struggle, I have come out with a simple solution. I either spell out my name at the first say or simply tell them my last name. Nothing irritates me more than mispronunciation of my name.

I feel my name is quite unique. In my 15 years of existence I have heard only 3 other people (excluding me, of course) who are named Hasit. That makes me feel proud. But, with unique names come unique problems.

But, over time, I have learnt to live with it (not that I have a choice).

Photos of Ooty by ME

I recently went on a trip to Ooty (also called ‘Queen of Hill-Stations’). That place is so full of greenery! A total contrast to Mumbai. It did not take me much time to fall in love with that place.

I have uploaded my pictures on Flickr. Click on the photo above to view the other pictures or simply click here.

All the pictures are totally authentic and clicked by me (You might be amazed at this 15 year old boys photographic skills. HAHA). And, all the photos are shot using my beloved Kodak Z712 IS.

Go check out the photos and do bother to leave behind a comment or two to let me know if you liked them.

A Crime Story

Victim: Hasit Mistry

Accused: Trigonometry, Calculus, Kinematics, Mole Concept.

Charge: Forcing the victim to use his brain continuously, extensively, for long hours.

Witness: Victim’s pen, notebook.

My preparations for IIT-JEE have started already. I hardly got to enjoy my vacation. But can’t even cry over it. It was my own choice. I dreamt of getting into IIT ever since I was a kid; a kid who hardly knew what IIT was. I wanted go there just because my cousin went for it. Now, I have my own reasons.

I basically have to study Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry in detail. These subjects are my favourite as there is no mugging involved. Understand and apply. I’ll tell you a secret. I once failed in Geography in my school test.

The only disadvantage that comes along with so much studies is that I have to use the thing in my thick skull a bit more than usual. It’s pretty obvious. After all it’s for IIT. I have started calculating the height of buildings and speed of cars and buses around me. I blame it all on Trigonometry and Kinematics.

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