The Namesake

Lets hide them under the covers here.

Time of contractions.

Rana! Hey Rana!

all there.

I have already checked.

His eyes are black as a blackberry.

Black as his hair.

How are you feeling? Was it alright?

His cute voice is the

first miracle of my life.

You are the second one.

Mrs. Ganguly? I am Mr. Wilcox.

What do you want to name the baby?

My husband is going to name him.

He's asking about the baby's name.

We are waiting for my

wife's grandmother to choose.

will she be here soon?

She is in India. She is

more than 85 years old.

But there is no hurry.

Some of my cousins, you know, were

not named till they were 6 years old.

Until then, they were

called by their 'that' number.

- 'That' means?

- Pet names.

We all have two names.

One pet name:
Daduna.

One good name:
Haroona.

Unfortunately in this country,

a baby cannot be released

from a hospital without

a birth certificate and a birth

certificate requires a name.

How about... Baby Boy Ganguly?

Baby One?

Till the letter arrives.

Afterwards, will you change it?

In fact, what we should do?

I wouldn't. Too much

red tape. Expensive too.

Sleep on it.

Baby Boy Ganguly?

What do you say?

We could call him Gogol.

Till the letter arrives.

Later we could change it.

We would not be here

but for Gogol's blessings.

Hold still. Hold still!

Don't move!

One... two... three... say cheese!

Uncle! Auntie! Look, Gogol!

- Did this just come in?

- Yes!

How beautiful!

Rana, look, Ashima's son! Gogol!

Lady-killer!

I want to go home.

I don't want to raise Gogol

in this lonely country.

This is the land of opportunity, Ashima.

He can become whatever he

wants, study whatever he desires.

Here the options are limitless.

Don't you want to give him that?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

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