It can be a burden to educate others, but sometimes the reward can have a vast ripple effect. Shailaja Venkatsubramanyan has this Perspective.
When I moved to this country, one of the first discoveries I made was that locals (not of Indian origin) could not say my name. My name is Shailaja Venkatsubramanyan – twenty-five letters and nine syllables. I heard many versions of this name being said, always emphasizing the wrong syllable.
In grad school, during roll call, when the professor frowned and hesitated to say a name, I would say, “here.” At doctors’ offices, if a nurse walked out with a chart and stared at the name, I would raise my hand and say, “That is me.” When I used my credit card at any store, I was prepared for the usual conversation – “How do you say your name? Oh wow, I could never say it in a million years” – I smiled along but was growing weary inside.
In grad school, I introduced myself as Shai Venkat to the world. If my name is anyway being butchered, I might as well butcher it the way I want. All was well until the day I got my Ph.D. degree. Unfortunately, the person calling out names had to use my full name. I heard my name being completely massacred. My parents were in the audience. My heart broke. That reenergized me to strive to teach others to pronounce my name correctly.