My folks named me “Raghav Mandava” and with no intention to gloat, I love my name, and it has its twisted variants but none the less. Although my parents are “Gupta” and mums maiden name was “Bhargava”, somehow I’m a Mandava. The reason I am named so because mom just did not like the idea of me growing up to be a ‘Gupta’ and hence eventually be called ‘Guptaji’. With all due respect, thank the heavens for her strong dislike to her own surname.
My brother and I were named Mandava because somewhere, somehow we are descendants of the people who are well in fact from Mandawa (yes, mother dear got the spelling wrong).
However, Mandava gained its popularity in college… when a batch mate named Raghav Mohan was in the same dramatic society as me, and since even calling me “RM” was taken out of the way it eventually became norm to call me by my last name. Till this date, I thank the likes of Sakshama, Sahil and Rajeev for doing that, because today I realise the biggest importance of my name… its uniqueness. I’m yet to come across another Raghav Mandava and when people need to add me on facebook it gives me great pleasure in saying “I’m one of a kind”
This blog however, is going to be about everything, which would also imply it would be about nothing. I could randomly come up here and write a one liner or a full page about the injustice done to me at a fancy restaurant or something about a friend or an acquaintance. Here you can also get updates about my shows, how some of them went down. As a struggling stand up comic, I need all the help and support I can get.
The only thing is I hope I can keep it together and maintain this unlike the last one, and also hope that it will be a more interesting read
Well, here’s hoping.
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