My name is Anjana Sen.
Some of my friends here in Glasgow do call me Anjana.
Then there are some who call me Unjaaana, Aenjena, Anjaanee, Angela, Anya, and my favourite, Anyaana.
It makes no difference, because, after all, what’s in a name?
I grew up in India, a country whose diversity is second only to her population. There are 22 official languages in the constitution, but as per the latest census, more than 19,500 mother tongues are spoken.
And then, there are the different dialects and pronunciations.
In Bengali, the language of my own community, I am called Aunjona.
When I did my under graduation in Madras, now Chennai, I was Yanchhanna.
In the north of the country, I became Unjna, or worse, Anju.
It never mattered, because, after all, what’s in a name?