Friday, July 3, 2015

Speak Gently!...lessons learned in life.

Speak gently! It is better far
To rule by love, than by fear –
Speak gently! – let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!

Speak gently! – Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship’s accents flow;
Affections’s voice is kind.

Speak gently to the little child!
It’s love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: -
It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!

Speak gently to the erring – know
They may have toiled in vain;
Perhance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!

Speak gently! – ‘tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring
Eternity shall tell.

- A poem by David Bates

This poem of David Bates is part of my son's English Poetry in St. VII.

I had to do a project for him on great poets like R L Stevenson, Leo Tolstoy, Laura E Richards and David Bates.  I’d almost decided on Leo Tolstoy considering him a well renowed name and writer. However, when I was taking his studies this poem struck me as being the very essence of what I have come to believe in.  Speaking kindly!, even if the opposite person decides he wants to be rude and insult you to the core, never let your emotions get the better of you and show him that you are a better person.

You see life and situations don’t abide by any rules, however, there is a certainty that everyone will surely be handed out what they once dished out to others.  I’ve faced it many times and hence, it has humbled me to view life with a new perspective.   One can never ever tell what situation and circumstances we may face in future.  Presently, may be you are in charge and have tremendous power over those under you.  Tomorrow, things may not be the same.  But those you’ve treated with whatever, kindness or hatred will never forget.  In fact the most oppressed of the lot never forget their tormentors.  Because, emotions are remembered far more strongly than words.  Today, if one forgets themselves at the height of their power and wields it with arrogance or impunity, then karma has a funny way of catching up at the most unexpected of times. 

Never mind that people speak behind your back,judge you, make fun of you or bad mouth you to others (calumny).  Maybe you know that they do something that like and you have evidence of it.  Rather than choosing to confront speak kindly, be professional or atleast behave like one. Remember this saying, 

When a bird is alive... it eats ants. When the bird has died.... ants eat it. One tree can be made into a million matchsticks... but only one matchstick is needed to burn a million trees!
Circumstances can change at any time... Don't devalue or hurt anyone in this life.


So “speak gently”, a word of comfort or kindness, a shoulder to lean on.  Today, if you have power, use it to empower those who could benefit from it.  Give them what every human being desires freedom to think and act freely and responsibly without looking over their shoulders.  Believe me liberated personnel are far more capable of delivering a greater result than a one subjugated to harassment and pressure.  Today more than ever, individuals want a chance to exert their freedom, and they care two hoots about you or your arrogance, they would rather walk out than suffer in silence.  There are greener pastures to explore than to live on bread and water.

So speak gently, to the poor, the weak, the hyperactive, to the slow learner, to the timid, the elderly, to the hard of hearing, to the one with poor communication skills, to the stubborn child, the temperamental boss!  Everyone! You don’t loose anything by being nice.  But you can walk with your head held up high for being the better person.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Color..a stint at creative writing.

Ok, so I am taking this Writing Assignment to test my English writing skills.  I am no newbie to writing.  However, I sometimes need to feel the need to have approval from a specialist, especially where my grammatical and prose construction are concerned.  Now that I am here, and my topic is on "Colours", I need to let the creative juices flow and the get the better of me.

"Colours", what pops into my mind when I think of colours.  Well of course, who would know more about colour than a woman.  Her life is surrounded by colours.  I wouldn't say that men don't know about colours. Of course they do.  But, my many interactions with men have left me with the feeling that all shades of blue are just blue to men.  Well this isn't about gender rationalisations.  Instead let me focus on what importance and role does colour play in the life of a woman.  An Indian woman's life is surrounded by colours.  White for purity, red symbolising the wedded bliss, the vermilion on her forehead, the dedication to her suhaag, the green in her bangles, the indigo in her laundry, the yellow in her curries and the favourite maroon and magenta shades of her lipstick.

Colours surround every sphere of our monotonous humdrum life.  They fill our lives with vibrancy and ebullience.  I wonder what life would be without colour.  The searing blue of the sky on a cloudless day, the lush green foliage of a monsoon season,  the smell of the wet brown mud after the first shower of rains, brings to mind that sometimes colour accompanies sound and smell and has a mnemonic impact.  I am sometimes fascinated with the different blend of colours I see in nature.  Given that modern technology can replicate any shade of colour in a lab, from pan-tone to mid-tone to metallic to hues and what nots..nothing beats the innovation of nature.

Some of the most fascinating shades are seen in the colour of eyes, people of various nationalities have.  I have watched and marvelled at the depths and shades the colour of eyes reveal.  I am sometimes lost in the deep embers of colours and myriad shades of emeralds, turquoise and topaz.  I find eyes fascinating mirrors of our soul and the gateway of our emotional repertoire.  Then next in the order is foliage and flowers.  Those deep purples and gold, oh the hand of the Almighty and his creative presentation is truly ethereal and sublime.

I could go on and an about the beauty and the vibrancy of colour and it would not do enough justice.  So I'll end here, ever thankful for the fact that the Almighty has painted this universe and all its essence with so much colour and beauty, that his creation but marvel at its wonder :-)  If I find time, I'll come back and add to the above.  In the meantime, if you happen to read this post, my humble request would be to please correct me, so that I better my intermediate writing skills.:-)

Cheerio