This isn't a school essay about my family and I. ( Yeah, what was up with that anyway? Every single school year started with a damn karangan about "Myself", almost all the way up to Form 5. Ish.) Anyway, the people in my house.
My mother has this habit of naming things in my house.Well, I wouldn't really say it was a habit of hers, but she just started naming things that we use everyday and we are very fond of. So much so, over the years this has become a ritual in our family and we have grown so fond of the things we named. They seem more like people as opposed to just cars and computers. And by name I don't mean Spots, Ladoo, Bubbles, or Tiny. They have real Indian, human names.
We've named things from computer, to the plants, to our baby bolsters, and uh - adult bolsters. But we are most attached to the cars. When she named our oldest boy, the others followed suit and we now have a theme with our car-naming. All the cars in my home are male and their names begin with the letter M.
My baby Kelisa is called Manindra. When I got him in 2006, I actually looked for names in baby naming sites for a name I might like. His name means diamond. I also had Mayank ( means moon) in mind, but my mom finalized on Manindra and I liked it too.
My mom's Myvi is Maheeban, which means King. The only black car in the house. Nice right the name? I would have sooo named my son that if my mother hadn't chosen that name for the car. Ah, what the hell. He is like a son too.
My dad's old school Benz (you know the long boxy looking ones) was called Mughil, which means cloud. He really was adorned in white, like a pretty cloud. Now, I say was because we sold him a coupla years ago. His replacement, my uncle's round-light Merc does not have a name yet. We call him Mughil too, we can't quite get pass the name. Only thing is that he isn't white.
Our oldest, a Nissan Sunny, is called Mithiran, which means friend. He has been the most faithful piece of metal in our lives. To date, he has not had an accident and ironically the few times he has broken down, it happened in places that we were not to be stranded in, like nearby my dad's office or a friends house where we can easily call for help. He has slogged so much for us, I can't even begin to explain how he has made our lives easier. When my dad bought Mughil in 1995, he wanted to sell Mithran. My brother and I protested, and my mom had to take up driving in order to keep and she did. Oh, what would we have done without him. I couldn't really drive manual, and I consider myself unlucky for being the only member of my family who didn't drive him actively.
Now, why this lengthy story of cars and names? Well, Mithran, he has been falling apart over the years, bit by bit. We realized a few years ago that it was best we let him go. He is rusting up inside and not used so much anymore. We thought its best we put an end to his agony. My dad's mechanic has been looking for buyers lately and he will leave us soon.
I can't imagine my home without him. He's been with us even before I was born. Even though we don't drive him much anymore, he is just there. In the house. He's as if like an old friend parked in the compound watching over us. Not in this lifetime, would any other car my family or I own will have the significance to what Mithran is to us. He has been indeed been a friend more than anything. It's gonna be really tough letting him go. Poorni is never gonna be the same again. We are loosing a family member. :(
Poorni, by the way, is the name of me home. My mom I tell you.
14 years ago