some words were all that it took
Posted by mansoor on 05 Apr 2008 | Tagged as: heart 2 heart
what happens when some simple words, spoken at the wrong time, to the wrong person can set off such a disastrous chain of events that everything you’ve worked so hard to setup seems to come down like a deck of cards… a red hot, smoke emitting, smoldering… deck of cards.
an unfortunate choice of words they were called… a simple misunderstanding the matter was discarded as…
but the biggest element which was not considered were just how dear the matter was to his heart. the fact that his feelings counted for nothing, that his reaction was termed as despicable and the consequences squarely on his shoulders made him out to be the bad guy. the one who wanted to breakdown the process, shove it aside and destroy whatever that was left.
he wasn’t all bad.. neither was he all wrong. he did react, but no matter how much ‘over’ she claimed, it wasn’t over. he reacted to the words, the insinuation, the insult… and he reacted to what he saw was a future… where the next times the words were spoken, they would be spoken not him, but to whom they were actually directed at. in a fit of anger, impatience and (maybe) negligence, the future self of them would have an inferno on their hands. for from that moment, there was no turning back…
that is what he saw in his mind, and that is what he thought he would preempt.
but then, a ray of hope shined through… the sensible words from an enlighted person, the matron dealing throuhg love, the matriach of prosperity and even divinity itself. her words brought him back to the now, told him that the future was still not written, and that history was before him to learn from and to take steps not taken before, for they already knew the results of the paths treaded upon.
she taught that pre-emption was a good strategy, but not the way it had played out. that safety and security of the unit was of far less consequence than that of the collective, and that no matter what he thought of it now, he was part of the collective. and that he must now care for the safety of it, and provide security to those within it. for everything that happens in that collective, then stems from knowing that there is security within it. that society may twist and turn all that there is to ply after the favour of the conceited, but to twist and turn it within yourselves was only allowing them control.
her words were soothing, and slowly he started to heal. the time spent scratching the scabs, ripping them out just to watch them grow again… only to scratch them out… the endless cycle was now coming to an end. the hurt was diminishing, and the pain subsiding… he starts to see clearly again… and destruction is not on the cards…
all it took were words…
because all it ever takes are words…
there is never an unfortunate choice of words my dear…
because only the words themselves are left at the end of the day.
The power of WORDS..
i just passed by to read ur blog. and now iam sad and glad at the same time.
Thank God he had a enlighten person around him, to give him some Fortunate choice of words.
Mansoor - Just read your note of condolens for Zeeshan. He was a great poet. I remember that I used to write his poetry in my diary during my early college days. He was a different poet in his voice, a different personality. Rest in peace Zeeshan
joyce: the feeling was mutual
tauqeer: he was pretty cool. i just saw him once though.. and even then he had a profound effect.