Not Just A Namesake - Day #2

The Meaning Behind The Name of My Blog:-

Although there is no sole rationality, but there were a few facets that inspired me to adopt the epithet of ‘The West Wind’ for my blog. Most things that I come up with signify randomness and helter-skelter pattern of my thoughts. However, this time the name has a more profound connotation to it.

My current location, which is ‘The West’, geographically as well as according to persisting language trends, and my incessant & abysmal inclination, fascination and connection to my homeland, which is ‘The East’, contributed to this nomenclature, for ‘the west wind is a wind that blows from the west, in an eastward direction’.

While whirling over bits and pieces of the Greek Mythology and striving to fit all the stories together, I stumbled upon ‘Zephyrus’, The Greek God of ‘The West Wind’. The variable depictions of the Wind Gods, especially as Horses in the stables of the storm God, Aeolus, who could set them on the world at his fancy, immensely intrigued me.

As I dug deeper, I realized how potently the characters of the west wind coincided with my own attributes. The gentle and propitious nature of the west wind cannot be less congruous to my amorous and humble self. (Amorous is an adjective designated to me by someone who knows me the best and therefore, I have decided to stick to it.)

Eventually what led me on to the final act was the beautiful amalgamation of death and life woven into words in ‘Ode To The West Wind’. A few lines from it will explain everything else :) And you know it is not just a namesake..

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

                                       - by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)