There I was, minding myself performing my daytime duties, when someone approached me. "Excuse me, where can I meet Mr Rajeev?" I scratched my head thinking, "Rajeev, Rajeev…?" "Sorry buddy, can't help you there. Don't know any Rajeev." Then it hit me. Of course, Majid. Before Majid was Majid, in another life, he was known as Rajeev. "Oh yes. I remember now. Ranjeev is on the 1st floor. He is now Majid." I told him. Then I left the place thinking… A name is for the convenience of others to pick us out of the 8 million people on Earth. If Majid is comfortable with his new name, so be it. We should respect it. It, in no way, changes who Rajeev or, for that matter, Majid is. In the imagery of Avicenna's flying man, he is who he is. A new name does not exclude the follies of the previous past, just as Pakistan came to discover. Wanting to carve itself out of the perceived vagaries of its motherland, it realised it could not disenta...
It is all Mimesis