~ Reflections ~

Growing up has various signs.. from the way our body changes to how our language evolves...  But the more our language evolves, the lesser we seem to use words effectively. Like Pluto (in Dil Dhadakne Do ) comments on this strange paradox, humans have all the tools to communicate all their thoughts  (clearly and effectively) , they choose to (more often than not) mince words and resort to subtle signs.  Sigh ! How much easier life would've been if we'd use the faculties nature has blessed us with !

How does one differentiate between something that is being said just for the heck of it or as a formality, as against something that is heartfelt. I often deliberate and waiver too long in making this decision, wondering whether something should be taken on face value, and does it involve in dwelling deeper... sometimes resulting in the moment just passing by. I guess this is an important skill that needs to be acquired.. or maybe that's what one gains with wisdom and experience.

When your mind goes blank But your feet won't stop Churning words in your head which won't tumble out Angry thoughts lead on to frustrated actions The hurt in your head just suddenly hurls out Instantaneously frustration  becomes guilt The words lashed out were not meant to hit Yet no words will add up now As the demon in your head has taken a new form.

Words are a very powerful tool, but how the words are used makes them even more powerful...  Poetry and Prose are the perfect example.. the shorter the better.... So when I recently read these lines in Colson Whitehead 's Underground Railroad , they struck a chord... ... a visitation of a magnificent presence, a seeker awaiting a message. A conservation between an acorn, a sapling, and a powerful oak.... Poems are too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.... Though there is a wide body of work by many poets, including famous Bards and Barons, but this Lady is one of the best. Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn ...

In this age of impatience and impertinence..  where patience is treated not as a strength but as a weakness,  I find myself wondering  often , again and again , whether it is a good idea to spit out what is exactly on your mind, especially in a fit of rage. But almost always, the realization dawns.. that it is... after all, better to control what comes out of our wagging tongue...  It makes perfect sense to think, and sometimes re-think what one wishes to convey.... I don't mean being secretive and not revealing anything... but the choice of words makes a world of difference... After all, what comes out of our mouth, more often than not, comes and bites us in the ass.... Graphic Credits: Pinterest

We often indulge ourselves in light banter and comments, without putting much thought into the impact of those words. However, as an after thought, one would realize that each word falls into place due to a subconscious decision to say what we wanted to say. What most of us guise of slip of the tongue or unintended remarks are more often fully intended.

We utter the words... and then bite our tongue... We often wish to ask a question... and then debate if it our place to pose the question... It is not always the courage... It is often behind the words, that often don't get uttered.... Hmmmm.....

If there is one line from Fight Club that I feel nails the philosophy of life, it is this. All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction. We think, we think more...we overthink... but more often than not, we don't talk... we bottle it up... All it takes is a trigger... for it to all come tumbling out... and then, we suddenly start saying things......  which... we never would have.. leading to an impact and a recoil... neither of which is desirable.. It's okay to count to 10 and backwards before you start talking... but there has to be a limit to which you keep swallowing your words.

Staring at the blank page for hours I know not what to write Trying to string words together in my head Alas, i don't know what to say This void.. has filled me... and left nothing else inside...

It is amazing how we have an urge to say things... followed by the satisfaction of finally having said it...  followed, more often, by the feeling of regret that one could have avoided saying it in the first place... Words are very tricky... to say something is as risky as not saying it... since once said, it just can't be taken back.... maybe swallowing words in your head is a better option !

A lot of us believe that we should apologize for the wrong we've done...True.. But I've observed that a Sorry seems to be an easy shortcut... Uttering the one simple word seems to wash away the wrong-doing... We might not even pay as much attention, when we just utter the sorry...  And obviously now, thou shall be forgiven !!! Source: Toonpool

that thought in my head... it doesn't seem to go.. when i should have said what i'd known... but couldn't seem to find the right moment to do.. now life has given me a moment's grace.. to say what i want to..  so i don't take it to my grave.. my mind is doing a somersault... 'coz i have time enough, just to mention 'em all... and that's what i deserve in the end... something i wanted to say, but was left stuck in my head.. PS: This is another masterpiece by MC Escher