Acrostic Poem

Srivalli of Cooking 4 All Seasons tagged me for the Middle Name Meme. But I don't have a middle name. No problem! Come up with a name you would have liked to have had, she said. It was so difficult naming Medha and now I am being asked to name myself? Personally, I think my parents had the same problem. Why else would they have given us names like Neeta, Supriya and Manisha? Do you know how common these names are?

The meme asks me to

1. Twist my brain to come up with one fact that is somehow relevant to my life for each letter of my middle name.
2. Write a post with these middle name game facts
3. Then tag one person for each letter of my middle name for this meme
4. Hark on over to their blog to tell them of this mighty privilege.

Ah! I get it! She wants me to write an acrostic poem, just like the one Medha wrote for me on my birthday!

She spelled indispensable incorrectly and is a little messy but I love this! Especially the attractive part. I couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful birthday card!

Medha is not my first baby. No scandal here, so you may exhale, please! My first baby was my sister's son. I remember driving her to the nursing home with white knuckles. She told me much later that she had had several contractions on the way but she suffered through them in silence because she was determined to have her baby in a safe environment. I have a very low pain threshold and the result would not have been good if I had known how much pain she was in. Self-preservation at play!

My nephew was the first newborn I ever saw - newborn as in just. right. now. born. He is also the only infant I have ever seen do the walking or stepping reflex, a primitive reflex where the infant attempts to walk when held upright by the hands and its feet touch a flat surface. It's quite an amazing sight as they cannot support their own weight at the time. I was also convinced he was half-frog as his feet were angled just like those slimy amphibians and his toes seemed to touch his shins!

This wonderful child used to call me Misha. Just like his primitive reflexes and his frog-feet that straightened out, Misha also disappeared. His favorite statement was: Misha, tu jaaa!

To honor those lovely memories, I choose Misha as my middle name.

Meditative. I think. Sometimes too much. All in a good way though.
Intuitive. Rationale and logic are my middle name, really. But my right brain also works over time.
Sentimental. Do I really need to elaborate?
Honest, a bit too honest. So honest that I end up saying the right thing at the wrong time.
Assertive, without being aggressive.

I am tagging:
Mandira
Inji Pennu
Sra
H - Gee! There's no-one on the DH memberlist whose name starts with H! The only blogger I could come up with at this wee hour was HKG but he has changed his name! So I am going to tag Pel. Why should Vee be the only one who gets to break rules! Hmmph!
Anita

I hope these Five Fab Bloggers check their stats and see where their referrals come from. I might not be able to leave a comment on their blogs till later tomorrow.

Where's the recipe? Tomorrow. But before I go, here's a cool interactive tool to help children (and bloggers) build acrostic poems. Also checkout this collection of acrostic poems written by children and teachers, alike.