"Mr. Chik-mal..."
"Mr. C"
"Mr. Ka..."
By the gods, I'm yet to meet someone who can pronounce my name right. I don't blame them though, I get it wrong myself half the time.
Like the penurious gentleman who dons tattered apparel because he couldn't care less about what people who don't know him think about his attire, and because people who know him couldn't care less about his attire, I'm stuck with a name that I can make as much sense of as my hosts here. People who just don't get it don't care anyway, and people who do get it think its a private joke.
I'm not sure what requirement my name serves, save for sending both kinds of people into fits of laughter. Including me.
Private joke, indeed.
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I am sure u know the story behind you name, rather second name...and so I would have said, lets go beat up that uncle of ours, but I see you are enjoying it as much. I think we can let him be.
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