Thursday, March 18, 2010

It's only words

Once, God in His infinite wisdom, uttered the word. It reverberated across the world. Gaining velocity and momentum, the word cut through matter, like a hot knife through butter. The word attained form and colour and became a character. It developed further, adding layers of meaning. It mellowed, aged, became richer with experience.

God in His scheme of things, had a place for the word. It seemed fair and just, that the word be honoured in such a manner. So the word sat on the shoulder of visual. Now, visual was the first thing God created. She is everywhere. And no where in particular. You can spot her in the sensuousness of the mildewed grass.
The enormity of a mountain. Or within the veiled mystery of pre-dawn mist.


Thus the word and the visual lived, married to each other by God's decree. But soon, a time came when visual began feeling the weight of word on her shoulders. Until finally, visual became oppressed with the weight of word. And she decided to sever ties with word. Her enormous ego, made her believe that she could exist without word. After all, word was so puny and thin. To her, word was only an after thought that she displayed, out of compulsion, than from necessity.

Saddened, the word withdrew into his own shell. A delicate 9 point garamond, looking like an apology.
Word couldn't help thinking of happier days. Times when he decided the tenor and manner of what visual should look like. Times when he ruled over the family. Ah, how kind and thoughtful was word, treating visual with infinite warmth and care, making sure that what he articulated elevated visual to a different level. Word used his power with unrivalled subtlety. Word used his power judiciously, sometimes dominating visual, sometimes letting visual become the center of attraction.


Those were the days when he and visual enjoyed a passionate relationship. So engrossed with each other that nobody ever thought that they would one day fall apart. Alas, for word.

Visual is now on her own. Directionless. Listless. Lifeless. Shallow. Nursing her injured pride and trying to convince herself that she can find her own joy, alone.

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An advertising copywriter by profession. Loves to read. Travel. Get wet in the rain. Play with my daughter. Learn to play guitar. Go on long holidays. Immerse myself in a river and drink beer. Meditate on top of a lonely mountain. Make lots of money. Write fiction. Live life fully.