What Is In A Name?

After the Get To Know Me Tag post, and reading Debbie’s post about names, I felt inspired to write another post! (You know me, blogaholic and all that!)

So, if you didn’t read my tag post (and why ever not??!! ;P) the question was “Who were you named after?”

My answer was this:

 I don’t believe I was named after anyone specific. But what I do know is that my name, Ratinder, was meant to be! It is a custom  in the Sikh religion for the parents to go to the temple after a baby is born. Prayers are done, and then a random page is opened in the Guru Granth Sahib (our holy book) and the letter that starts the first page is the letter that the baby’s name should start with. My parents already wanted to call me Ratinder, Ritu for short, but the rest of the family were expecting this tradition to be upheld. Pops went, and R came out, but his sisters didn’t believe him, so it was done again with one of his sisters as a witness, and lo and behold, R came out again. So you see, I was destined to be Ratinder/Ritu!

Yet there are other aspects to my name, and little stories surrounding it.

Like I was always Ratinder, to everyone at school, and to my mum if I had misbehaved! But it was Ritu that I was called at home and in the family. Affectionately called Ritu by those I loved, and those who loved me.

Ratinder was a bit of a mouthful, and when we were around eleven years old, we studied The Wind In The Willows, and were introduced to Ratty.

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Ratty from The Wind In The Wilows

He was a lovely rodent, kind of heart and all that, but the name Ratty doesn’t always make you think positive thoughts. Nevertheless, one of the girls in my class cottoned on to the fact that my name started with Rat… so Ratty, as my nickname, was born! From eleven to seventeen, I was henceforth known as Ritu at home, Ratinder to my teachers (and mum if I’d been naughty!) and Ratty to my classmates. Thanks Kenneth Grahame!

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Another affectionate moniker, which my brother resorts to sometimes, is Tindi Paal. Full maiden name was Ratinder Padhaal. One of my school friends had a little sister who couldn’t say my name, and Tindi Paal is what came out. It stuck too!

Starting university was a big thing. The birth of my independence, I guess, and a chance for me to give myself the identity I wanted.

Again Ratinder was the name my tutors used, apart from Pam, one of my favourite Drama tutors, who used to called me Tinder (not the app, thank you very much! This was a long time before then!)

But I introduced myself as Ritu. This was the name I thought of with a lot of affection. This was the simple Indian me. No more Ratty, or Ratinder! 

Just Ritu.

And since then, that is what I am known as.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love the name Ratinder… Tried to find a meaning for it… It can be made up of two portions… Rati and Inder

What does the name Rati mean?

The meaning of the name “Rati” is: “Repose; (sexual) pleasure”.

What does the name Inder mean?

In Hindi the meaning of the name Inder is:Supreme god.

So what, am I the Supreme God(dess) of Pleasure??! Sounds kinda fun!

This is in the Hindu name dictionaries!

We aren’t Hindu, but Sikh, Punjabi, so I asked my Pops and Mum and they said to them, Ratinder meant Changing Seasons. And Kaur, the middle name for all Sikh women meant Princess, so my name meant Princess of the Changing Seasons. (Don’t confuse that with the weather… I am NOT responsible for the changeable weather! Jut the seasons, apparently!)

And on a side note, Ritu means Season, so I guess I’ll go with my parent’s definition… thought the Hindu one does sound cool!

So, tell me, any interesting stories about your name? Leave a note in the comments!!!


Week 4 of Sacha’s special #writespiration prompts. As it is her 100th #writespiration prompt in total, she has given us this as a prompt, to do whatever we want with…


The twist in this new 52-week challenge… you can only use 52 words. No more, no less, 52 words exactly. Any story of your choice, but 52 words. Final!

So here goes!



Sheesh! Who’d a thunk it?

Still, it was worth it. It was a great night!

The music was pumping, the people were dancing, the drinks were flowing.

Jeez, were they flowing… One hundred bottles of flowing!

No wonder my head hurts.

Just wake me when it’s all tidy!

Perks of hitting 100!


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Image from Google


I only wish that if I hit that milestone, I can still party as hard! 😉


Another Week In Nursery!

It’s been a while since I posted about my dear class.

Honestly, they are a wonderful bunch!

Trouble-free? I didn’t say that, but if that were the case, it would be boring!

Take today, for instance. We usually put a little activity out for the kids to ‘fiddle’ with, when they arrive. This morning I had stickle bricks out (remember them?) and when the children have created things, we always ask them to tell us what they made. Usually, they are just towers of blocks, and the child will tell you it’s a car/house/rocket/mummy. But their imagination and creativity is growing, and we are getting recognisable objects… sometimes…

Check out this wonderful piece…


It’s a Dog-Rocket, of course! What did you think it was?

And in other news, we have had a winter fuelled week, making ‘icicles’ and ‘snowmen’, and talking about the weather.

It’s a crying shame that these children are not old enough to have actually seen snow here in the UK, being only 3-4 years old. So I did a bit of research on good old Pinterest, and found out how to make realistic play snow, that was even cold to the touch, and mouldable too!

Bicarb of soda (Baking soda for you Americans!) and white hair conditioner. It worked a treat, but you needed a lot of Bicarb. So I found a second recipe using corn flour and shaving foam too.

The bicarb one really was cold, but there wasn’t a huge amount.


Still, the kids loved it! Though the cleaner probably cursed me, as there was powdery white stuff everywhere!!!!

And this inspired me to create a new display too!


Those are our ‘icicles’ hanging from the top, and I even wrote a poem!

Frost and icicles and snow!
Winter weather’s here you know!

A great big snowman we will build
Until our hands feel cold and chilled

Then we’ll come and warm our hands
We love winter with our friends!

Whether they appreciate it or not, I think it looks pretty! And the children always love to look for photos of themselves!


I was especially impressed with my Olaf! Who doesn’t love him? The best thing was when I originally put Olaf on the wall. There was nothing else to look at, but him. It intrigued the children, who were eager to see what all this was about. But the best scene was when I came inside from the playground to find four little girls like this…


They were ‘watching’Olaf like a film!!!!

Oh to be a child again, eh!

More from Nursery-Land another time!



#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 3rd/17 – Warning

Day 3 of the #JusJoJan challenge by Linda G Hill

The Just Jot It January 3rd prompt, brought to you by Dan Antion, of the blog “No Facilities,” is: “Warning.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Dan as well! Here’s his blog: https://nofacilities.com/

A twisted little limerick take on Jack and Jill! Sorry, not quite sure how my mind ended up on this, considering the prompt word!

Jack, Jill and Bill

There was a young girl called Jill
Who, with Jack, always went up the hill
Then one sunny morning
Without any warning
She went, instead, with Bill!

Poor Jack was broken hearted
How had all this started?
That bump to the head
Had confined him to bed
Was this why they parted?

Now this Bill, he was a stunner
But Jack, oh he was fun-ner
Bill loved his pouting
Jill started doubting
And so she did a runner!

Well, Jack is back with Jill
They don’t go to that hill
Another they found
Less hill, more mound
But still as much of a thrill!

Ritu 2017


It’s Been a Cold Week!

We’ve had some really frosty weather here this week, you know, temperatures hitting below freezing.


Pretty icy ferns inside my car!!

I have had to scrape ice off the windscreen at least twice!

Now I am firmly a ‘spray with de-icer and scrape’ kinda girl, but my sis in law usually splashes lukewarm water over hers and is good to go. Her father is a car salesman with his won garage, and he swears by it.

So, on the second day, I thought ‘why not try it, and filled a bottle with warn water, and got ready to pour and leave with speed.


And this happened. The frost lay on the ground ‘deep and crisp and even’, it was -3.5 degrees celsius, and my windscreen was a sheet of ice!


Because no one told me I needed to actually stick the wipers on while pouring!

Spent another 10 minutes dislodging ice instead of frost off the windscreen instead!

Women drivers eh!!!

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