Monday, August 27, 2012

EVERYTHING IS A COMMUNICATION



















It is past 10 in the morning; still, it is very dark outside… It has been pouring relentlessly. My mood is definitely affected by the way the Nature behaves with me… Frankly, I do not like this gloom outside… “Can you be a little brighter?”   I hear me say in my heart, “Can you make me smile?”
 

“Everything in life is communication?” I was telling someone, last evening. 


“The mother who prepares our supper at night… or the father who returns home after slogging hard through the day… or the little fellow, who,  with his school uniform soaked in muck, storms into the house like Napoleon Bonaparte… Yes, they all communicate…


The Director who projects on the giant cinema-screen the hues of drama-in-real-life… the woman who sings, without words, her opera as if in a trance… the clown who makes you laugh under the circus tent… the villain who makes you scared as you read the fiction on a starless night… Yes, they all communicate….


The salesman who is hell-bent to clinch his deal… the banker who conspires to woe or shoo you… the advocates who argue like bitter enemies… the teacher who screams her lungs out in school… Yes, they all communicate…


The young one who uploads his latest pix on the FB… or the cute girl who waits endlessly for her Romeo to come on his sports bike… the house-wife who inhales and exhales in her morning Yoga-class, or the gentleman who spends some quality time with his buddies over a couple of drinks in the Gymkhana… Yes, they all communicate…


The Mullah who wakes you up even before the Sun is out… the Priest who lends his ear for your sins… the bride who hides behind her veil… the doctor who can tell what is wrong with your liver… or, the butcher who slits those poor throats… Yes, they all communicate…


They all tell a story…


And, every story has a beginning and an end… Yes, there is middle, too…


There is hero and a heroine… there is a villain and a joker…





There is something to feel happy about, 


something to feel sad about… 


something to inspire 


and something to scare… 





Everything is a story, whether I like it or not… 


Everything, in life, is a piece of communication…


Everyone and everything around wants to ‘express’…


Whether I like it or not…









The gloom outside has turned even more intense… the rain is lashing out even harder…


And, they behave so, even though I have pleaded before them: “Can you be a little brighter?”… “Can you make me smile?”


Believe me, till I am not ready to accept the other side of the argument, my argument will keep me like this…


So, my argument with the day-darkness outside is also communication, a story…


I am trying to express… what my heart wants to say…


Just like the shy bride behind the white veil… 


Or, like the happy clown with the red ball on his nose!




GERALD D’CUNHA

Pics.: Roopa Sushil












3 comments:

Nisha Kapoor said...

beautiful, just like a poem for the rains outside... Tnx. Nisha

Anonymous said...

Very refreshing post. touched me. thank u.
Lavanya

Sara Dey said...

Thanks Gerry for this amazing piece!--- Sara Dey