Character - Story Part 1
Ginseng - What my name means ???
"Ginseng is a perennial herb and the root of ginseng is utilized for medicinal and other purposes. It slows down the ageing process to a great extend." read out a 12 yr old student to his class. For a boy at this age, goggling up for the meaning of his name was unimportant but he had to work on his essay - 'What my name means to me?' He could only bother his father-cum-a soul creator of his Pharma-Empire who was in his early 60s. Having a dad as old as his grandfather,Ginseng was often asked by his fellow students and strangers, about his parents' age difference. The age difference was there, vast enough for others but not for the couple as they happened to share great love and passionate companionship.
"It is found at the...." he continued reading without even thinking. he knew the essay was incomplete because he never really knew the reason for his name. At the age of 7, when he had 2 cousin brothers come over for a vacation, they kept calling him "Ginny" which some how annoyed him. He kept insisting to be called by his name rather than some short forms. They told him that his name was utter rubbish and an idiotic mistake by his parents, it dint mean anything and he was a "weirdo" as no one else in the whole world shared the same name as his. As they were elder to him, he looked upto them ans suddenly had the 'sinking feeling' that his parents dint love him ans so to get back at him named named him like this. His mom, an Ayurvedic Doctor, was at Africa on a research project and dad was busy with work. This left a deep mark on his mind and remained so as he dint have anyone to discuss and erase it with.
"My name means... means...means... nothing to me." folding the paper he continued "I dont know why my parents named me this nor has this name done anything for me..except being made a 'laughing stock' for the crowd..." Suddenly a group for back-benchers started giggling. The teacher a look through her specs at the class and there was pin-drop silence then gave a nod to Ginseng, he cleared his throat and continued, "with this I would end my.." Before he could complete his sentence there was a knock and the Principal came in with an anxiety reflected on her face. She gave a sympathetic look at Ginseng and said, "Your mother called and she would be here in 20 mins to take you.." He gave a nod in agreement, looked at the class and continued, "As i dont want to leave my essay half way.. Where was I? Yes, With this I would end my essay and am ready to answer any of the questions.." looking at the back benchers. Even after knowing that there can be some serious reason behind his mother's urgent request to pick him, he looked calm and composed thought the teacher.
"Isn't your mother too young to be with your old grand..ahem..I mean FATHER?" heads turned to look at the person questioning. The teacher tried to interrupt but Ginseng had something on his mind which reflected clearly through his smile.
"Ginseng is a perennial herb and the root of ginseng is utilized for medicinal and other purposes. It slows down the ageing process to a great extend." read out a 12 yr old student to his class. For a boy at this age, goggling up for the meaning of his name was unimportant but he had to work on his essay - 'What my name means to me?' He could only bother his father-cum-a soul creator of his Pharma-Empire who was in his early 60s. Having a dad as old as his grandfather,Ginseng was often asked by his fellow students and strangers, about his parents' age difference. The age difference was there, vast enough for others but not for the couple as they happened to share great love and passionate companionship.
"It is found at the...." he continued reading without even thinking. he knew the essay was incomplete because he never really knew the reason for his name. At the age of 7, when he had 2 cousin brothers come over for a vacation, they kept calling him "Ginny" which some how annoyed him. He kept insisting to be called by his name rather than some short forms. They told him that his name was utter rubbish and an idiotic mistake by his parents, it dint mean anything and he was a "weirdo" as no one else in the whole world shared the same name as his. As they were elder to him, he looked upto them ans suddenly had the 'sinking feeling' that his parents dint love him ans so to get back at him named named him like this. His mom, an Ayurvedic Doctor, was at Africa on a research project and dad was busy with work. This left a deep mark on his mind and remained so as he dint have anyone to discuss and erase it with.
"My name means... means...means... nothing to me." folding the paper he continued "I dont know why my parents named me this nor has this name done anything for me..except being made a 'laughing stock' for the crowd..." Suddenly a group for back-benchers started giggling. The teacher a look through her specs at the class and there was pin-drop silence then gave a nod to Ginseng, he cleared his throat and continued, "with this I would end my.." Before he could complete his sentence there was a knock and the Principal came in with an anxiety reflected on her face. She gave a sympathetic look at Ginseng and said, "Your mother called and she would be here in 20 mins to take you.." He gave a nod in agreement, looked at the class and continued, "As i dont want to leave my essay half way.. Where was I? Yes, With this I would end my essay and am ready to answer any of the questions.." looking at the back benchers. Even after knowing that there can be some serious reason behind his mother's urgent request to pick him, he looked calm and composed thought the teacher.
"Isn't your mother too young to be with your old grand..ahem..I mean FATHER?" heads turned to look at the person questioning. The teacher tried to interrupt but Ginseng had something on his mind which reflected clearly through his smile.
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