August 14, 2011
“I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.” -Anonymous
I want it, NOW!
Every day, en route to office, I pass by a large display panel beaming the day’s quote. Having digested the daily offering for a month or so, it struck me that the compiler is as fond of anonymous quotes as he is of solecisms.
I am myself amazed at times at the stunning wisdom these sayings can put in your face. Thus, breathless with beating the clock to my desk, my eyes rested on the above aphorism one fine day.
As a child, tugging at my father’s sleeves, I often lusted for a toy train set or a carom board and pleaded as hard as I could with silent eyes. I invariably returned with a book containing religious stories for children with my patron beaming at my precociousness.
Growing up further, I wondered at my unabashed peers who merrily bawled out their heart’s desires, in and out of playgrounds and classrooms, even to the females of the species, to my utter horror. What bemused me more, they had their way, most of the times.
I wonder if father would have agreed if I had asked him to put me in school ‘X’ where all my friends went instead of school ‘Y’. Back at the college, I simmered in silence at the guts of the cowboys who asked the girls out and were suitably rewarded.
Countless meetings, assemblies, seminars, discussions and assessments stare back at me, begging the reasons of the silences I bore at particular moments, which have had lasting impacts on the runnels of my life. It would bear nothing short of a time machine to reverse the irreparable damage that the odd moments of speechlessness have gifted me for the imaginable eternity.
By now, you would have rightly figured out that I have almost always miserably and squarely failed both in the ‘Power of Yes’ and the ‘Power of No’. I believe I need not pursue the line of argument any further.
I often remember late Shri Narasimha Rao, one of the greatest proponents of the art of silence in recent times. I hope I am not off the mark if I say he retrieved India from the brink of a certain disaster, circa 1992. His regime is also reckoned as the watershed of liberalization for the Indian economy. In his death, he was refused entry into the AICC office and the hallowed crematoriums of New Delhi. It is said that the corpse of the most underrated Prime Minister of India was left half-burnt. They were all convinced that the man who scarcely opened his mouth as he lived is unlikely to breach the silence in afterlife.
As I retraced my steps back at the end of the day, I smiled at the panel which still held the message. If the light were never to be followed by darkness, we would never know the meaning of light itself.
That was a profound read – silence is often misinterpreted and misused. But I wish our revered PM breaks his prolonged silence and finally acts like a leader of the world’s largest democracy!
Thanks. The final sentence packs a potent Oxymoron.
Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute…..In today’s world where cacophony rules, silence is the need of the hour.
But as Purba said, silence can be misunderstood at times.
One of my most favourite quotes is, ‘The rest is silence’ (Hamlet: Act V Scene ii). I am not unaware of the virtues of silence. Not for nothing I am trying hard for meditations. Yet, the world appears to be a complex mixture of endless games (think group discussions!) to me and at times you remain silent at your own peril.
You are a prime candidate for the post of PM of India when you are habituated to remaining silent.
In Tamil we have a saying that roughly translates into : the child that cries gets to drink milk.
So your observations are perfectly correct!
You surely don’t want the secret services come sniffing after me, please!
i use silence a lot :p
the power of No – yes so imp but so difficult too at times
silence – i have wondered too why have i suffered those bouts of silence at most crucial moments
I think that each one of us our inner way of being that is right for us. We can look at others, envy thenm and wish that we could be like them, but if and when we can accept ourselves, our being different, it changes our relationship with others as well. So if being silent is part of real you, why not?
Welcome to One Grain Amongst the Storm, Sunil.
I have a feeling that one of us has missed the string somewhere. Speech can be silenced but the same may not be true for emotions.
@joshidaniel: That’s a sign of a successful man.
@Sujathasathya: Sometimes the heart simply fails to muster up enough juice no matter what your brain is telling it!
Those closest to us often know what our silence means (perhaps that is why they are close to us) and as for the rest, it does not matter.
So true, Archana. Yet, there is a world beyond the closet.
Silence is love
silence is war
silence is joy
silence is weapon
silence is everything
this is such a profound read. after a lot of blog surfing i find something this interesting. i did not know about Narsimha Rao’s incident, i feel bad about it now. i think one should atleast be respected post life as we hardly respect living beings…..and by your post i wonder why should some like you stay so silent, you voice the right opinion
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Thanks Chintan, and welcome to the blog! Life, and afterlife in some cases, can be painful indeed.
Saying nothing is always better than speaking…