For quite a while I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a blog – a place wherein I can string my thoughts together to share and reflect upon with the rest of the internet. However, the dilemma in creating such a blog lied in the pursuit of (quote un-quote) the perfect blog name.
And I hear you groan, thinking in your head,
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
– Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)
Touché, touché. But nevertheless, I did end up coming across a name that deeply resonated with me and I’m sure – with many others as well. The name In Between Roses is inspired from a chapter in the book, Behind the Beautiful Forevers, a non-fiction narrative by Katherine Boo.
Everything around us is roses…
And we’re the shit in between
– Mirchi to Abdul
Boo intricately depicts the slum of Annawadi which resides within the bumbling and bustling city of Mumbai, India. Encircling Annawadi are pink condominiums and luxurious hotels. Henceforth, Annawadi and its dwellers remain as “the shit in between” – a mere eyesore. I found this statement particularly intriguing. How often do we do we find ourselves idolizing the materialistic, seemingly luxurious world that plagues us, characterizing it as roses. How often do we deduce our own circumstances to the “shit in between”.
But… and there is a but: Albeit, it may have not have been the intention of Mirchi – could we not view this statement as an optimistic one? Perhaps, we could vie for the roses and work towards liberating ourselves from the “shit in between” as we ascribe roses to contentment, friendship and love. Just a thought.
Also worth mentioning is John Green‘s (largely important & greatly terrifying) take on this statement. “Roses are unable to grow without manure,” he says, likewise, “the rich need the poor for all our inexpensive consumer goods”, therefore, “the rich need the poor and they need the poor to stay poor”.