My three favourite words and why…
I won’t even attempt picking them, using words to talk of words is like a using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible, confusing, frustrating…but there are other ways to understanding.
Words … they are innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they are no good anymore… I do not think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If we manage to get the right one in the right order we can nudge the world a little or make a poem for the kids to recite when we are dead.
There exists a sentence—a series of words for everyone that has the power to destroy us, another sentence exists that is another series of words, they can heal us, if we are lucky we get the second one, but rest assured we certainly here the first one. To quote Albus Dumbledore from harry Potter, “words are in my not-so-humble opinion our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying It.” words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power; words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can bring tears from the hardest hearts. Actually we seldom realize it, our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images that was not invented by us, but which were given to us by the society that we live in.
There is something about words, in expert hands; manipulated deftly they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silt and then when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your enter your blood, numb your thoughts inside you they work their margin.
There are words that I love, there are words that I have hated, and I hope I have made them right. Words actually are like eggs dropped from great heights you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
It’s also a truth that there isn’t a word for everything. Occasionally in life there those moments unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by the symbols we call words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heat.
To me more than the word it is the vibration of the word that is important. Every word.
In the Indian school of thought we are taught that shabda or the word is eternal while artha the meaning is nitya or transient. This is learning from Katyayana while Patanjali says sphota is the permanent aspect of the word, it is essentially its meaning, while dwani that is acoustics or sound is ephemeral.
The world of words, word vibration and its impact on human is an entire series of blogs in itself. But there are experiments by Dr.Emoto from Japan that prove that words uttered, effect the environment too. Not that it is rocket science after all we are talking about the vibrations and frequency of the spoken word.
Between you and me, my most favourite three words are oh! Aah! Uhm. They are excellent fillers.
21 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
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My three favourite words and why…