‘Say when’ is something you tell someone when serving that person, typically a drink. The receiver is expected to say ‘enough’ or indicate in some other way that the required amount has been poured.
It is about what’s sufficient, what’s ideal, what’s appropriate even. Less wouldn’t suffice and more would be just too much. It is about proportions. About having a sense of proportion. Something on the lines of ‘this far but no further.’ It could also be interpreted as knowing when to say ‘stop,’ ‘now,’ ‘enough’ or ‘no.’
Once someone put a question to the Dalai Lama about mosquitoes: ‘what if a mosquito troubled you, how would you respond?’ The Dalai Lama offered a response on these lines:
‘I would brush it off with a wave of my hand. If it comes again, I would do the same thing. And if it does it a third time….’
The Dalai Lama didn’t say anything. He just smiled and slapped his arm (the place, we are supposed to imagine, where the mosquito would alight). No anger. No joy.
Now one might argue that this would violate the first precept but let’s leave the debate on doctrinal matters to those well versed in such things. What I draw from this example is appropriateness. The ‘when’ of it.
For example, if the Dalai Lama said nothing when the question was put to him and instead simply slapped his arm, i.e. in the first instance and not the third, that would be his ‘when.’ We can say that’s the limit of his patience. That’s his notion of appropriateness.
The thing about ‘when’ is that it varies from one person to the next. So we obtain appropriateness from norms and values. We let the law frame limits. We do say ‘enough,’ ‘now,’ ‘stop’ and ‘no’ but whether or not we are conscious of it, the decisions are informed by these things.
Saying when about coffee or tea we need or the amount of milk to go with coffee or tea is easy. Uncomplicated. Certainly no controversy there. How about appropriateness when it comes to, say speech? How do we decide what’s ok and what’s not? What would be useful and what’s meaningless? What would be benign and what might cause hurt?
Perhaps there’s an answer in the Abhaya Sutra where the Buddha recommends the following:
If you know something to be erroneous, untrue, without benefit or unconnected with a particular goal, un-endearing and disagreeable to others, do not say it.
The ‘right’ of it or the ‘when’ (if we take the word as metaphor) is not limited to speech or ‘word.’ The consideration of fact, truth, whether beneficial or not, endearment and agreeability as well as a sense of ‘the moment’ or the ‘right time to say [it]’ could, if we so wish, inform views, resolve, action, livelihood, effort, mindfulness and concentration. In other words the Noble Eightfold Path.
The rehearsal or practice if you want to call it that would open the doorways to enlightenment but let’s not go that far. All that matters is that such conduct is wholesome, beneficial to oneself and recipient of one’s words (or actions as the case may be) and certainly does not and cannot harm.
There are many ways of saying when, saying enough, saying now, saying stop and saying no. There are many ways of saying [something]. There is always the option of choosing a particular way of saying something. There’s always the option of saying nothing.
Other articles in this series:
Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra
The right time, the right person
The silent equivalent of a thousand words
Crazy cousins are besties for life
The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis
Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins
Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness
Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable
Deveni: a priceless one-word koan
Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation
'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone
On sweeping close to one's feet
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
To be an island like the Roberts...
Debts that can never be repaid in full
An island which no flood can overwhelm
A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing
Heart dances that cannot be choreographed
Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember
Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal
It is good to be conscious of nudities
Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday
There's a one in a million and a one in ten
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
Hemantha Gunawardena's signature
Architectures of the demolished
The exotic lunacy of parting gifts
Who the heck do you think I am?
Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha'
So how are things in Sri Lanka?
The sweetest three-letter poem
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara
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Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn
I am at Jaga Food, where are you?
On separating the missing from the disappeared
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have)
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya'
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced
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A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists?
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords
A song of terraced paddy fields
Of ants, bridges and possibilities
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse
Who did not listen, who's not listening still?
If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain
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Visual cartographers and cartography
Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
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Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
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