“What’s in a name? That which we call a Rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Shakespeare wrote these lines about five centuries ago. The essence of this dialogue lies in the fact of equality amongst peers; that an individual’s family recognition and generations of the past are not of any importance as it is what is within that counts. A rose would still have the perfect scent even if the world did call it something else. A name is just a name. Or is it?
I am, of course, talking about the word ‘Grammarian’. Why is it that Lahore never gets to hear the end of being a blue blooded grammarian? Why is it that a Grammarian Girl lives under some kind of spell of acknowledgement that she is better than everyone else? After a lot of consideration, I’ve come to realize that she justtt might be.
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