This is an ode to all those fellow human beings who are bestowed with a name that is common. I would call these names popular instead of common. That’s what made these names common in the first place. My name is one such name in India. If you threw an orange out of your window and it landed on someone's head who is female, it is likely that her name would be Pooja. The name transcends the various regions of this vast country. It also transcends the social and economic status in this country known for its economic disparities. Today, the receptionist at my office informed me that “Pooja wants you to urgently call her back” now such a statement made to anyone in the country is sure to arouse the question “which Pooja?” because, any given person in this country personally knows at least 3 Poojas. My receptionist had carelessly assumed that the given information would be sufficient. She didn't find it peculiar that she happened to be handing over the information to another Pooja. (...