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” Words, Words, Words,”

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Recently in my apartment (a high rise building) my sister’s friend son, 16 year old young boy committed suicide while jumping from 7th floor for of a silly reason that is:his parents questioned him  “why did you bunk the college for two days” and had a scuffle on this subject. I was there at the spot a little later after the incident happened. I was speechless and could not find any words to describe the agony of these parents. People around were not able to console them for their beloved once lost.Both the parents are languished after, for his very premature, indiscreet, egregious & pusillanimous decision he took it for.Let me hope that the time and silence would be the two companions of peace for their rest of life.

In an another incident while I was muted and thoughtful when I visited near my house a blind school for kids. School is maintained by a local NGO. Pupil are of all ages. Hostel accommodated inside the school for both boys and girls. It was well maintained by all means. It was a weekend evening and all the kids are rejoiced with their evening play with their play items. I was sitting near a tree corner and silently watching all of them. In a contemplation of comparison at these kids, I got to have no words to thank God for the vision he provided for many of us. Most of the time that I spent there was in solace and silent. Left home little later with a promise of service to this NGO!!

Be Silent & thoughtful:

We can give expression only to comparatively superficial ideas, feelings and sentiments of the mind by means of words. But the rest is, ever and everywhere, silence. The mother who has lost her child becomes mute, lovers in the moment of perfect union remain silent, the sage in the hour of losing his identity in the Ultimate Reality is in a state of speechless trance. Words will only spoil the profundity of such feelings. Such deep emotions and ecstasies can only be experienced, not  expressed. When the heart is full, the lips are sealed. Of all times,  it is at such moments that we feel the futility of words most.

Silence is more eloquent than speech. There are moments when we become painfully aware of the inadequacy of words to express our emotions and for words. Even the character (I think it’s Hamlet) in one of the play of Shakespeare utters, just before closing his eyes for ever, the most profound piece of wisdom “The rest is silence“.

Many poets and philosophers have always felt the limitation of words, because it is they that have ever been confronted with the problem of expressing the inexpressible.

Words gain still greater meaning and significance when they are put to tune. A wise man once said ” Words are like leaves and where they most abound. Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found”.

Silence, therefore, is really golden, while speech is, at best, silvern. Words can never do justice to the deep and profound feelings of the mind. Such realizations may be better communicated, if communicated at all, by silence. There is, as yet, no other medium for the purpose. So whenever there is the need for expressing the inexpressible, there is nothing but silence to fall back upon. Truly has Hamlet said, “The rest is silence”.