It is something we do all the
time, but unconsciously. We say the same thing, even a single word, in
different ways, in different contexts and to convey different meanings,
but since they ‘saying’ of it happens at different times we don’t
realise that variation in tone, inflection, the use of pause and
emphasis, even pace can yield different meanings.
One of the
students played with ‘nae (no)’ and another with ‘bae (cannot).’ Now
‘no’ could be used to say ‘can’t’ and that too was one of the meanings
the particular student got out of the word. Let’s just go with ‘no.’
No:
as opposed to ‘yes.’ No: as an objection. No: as shock, denial,
disbelief. No: rudely. No: politely as in ‘thank you, but no.’ No:
firmly. No: hesitantly, as though you are saying ‘I’ll think about it.’
No: as answer in the negative to a question. No: vehemently and maybe
with derision, as in ‘no way!’ No: with shifty eyes or eyes downcast
when you aren’t really telling the truth. No: when you mean ‘yes’ but
don’t want to admit something but nevertheless give yourself away by
blushing, for example as a response to a question like ‘do you love
him?’
Facial expression can also alter meaning. It could be a
glance, an intense look straight into the eye of the person one is
conversing with, a twitch of an eyebrow, a frown, a smile, a half-smile,
a feigned smile or a slight movement of the head. These things add
layers of meaning to a simple word such as ‘no’ or a phrase such as ‘I
don’t know.’
Theatrics apart, there’s always a set of decisions
one must make when speaking. It might come out as intuitive but there’s a
lot of living, learning and communicating that bears upon ‘intuition.’
So there is a weighing of sorts. We decided whether to speak or to
remain silent. If we decide to speak we need to decide when to speak,
what to say and how to say it.
Of course it is about what you
want to convey. It is not only about communicating a piece of
information or a feeling, but sometimes there’s intent to birth in the
receiver certain specific perceptions. We want to ‘send a message.’ It
could be something that is benign. It could be some kind of assurance.
Something that calms the other person. It could also be a nudge,
prompting a certain course of action. It could be calculated to humour
that person, make him or her laugh perhaps. It could be designed to
annoy, to hurt and throw that person off balance, make him or her
abandon reason altogether and focus on a feeling to the point that he or
she might make a mistake. Psychological games, then, are a part of it.
Will
this hurt? Will this disenchant? Will this demoralise? Will this fuel
anger? Will this, in this tone and at this moment lead to harmony or
disharmony, the pleasant or unpleasant, discovery to concealment, the
truth or a lie? These are the questions that ideally should precede word
and the ways in which word is frilled. They are rarely asked and, even
when considered, are often brushed aside.
And then there’s the
problem of not having the option of taking it back. It has been said.
It’s been said in a particular way. It has been heard and cannot be
‘unsaid’ or ‘unheard.’ Possibly not for a long, long time.
The
‘saying’ doesn’t always require words. A glance — that is all it takes
to shatter someone’s world. A glance — that is all it takes to bring the
constellations down. A glance — can say so much. A glance — can say
nothing and sometimes this nothingness can be more devastating than the
most hurtful word. A glance — there’s both the ‘what’ and ‘how’ of
saying in it.
So, are we required to walk on eggshells, then? It
might seem that way. However, just as that which is seen as ‘intuitive’
has an archaeology, there are ways of being, of thinking, of reflecting
and measuring engagement which could ensure that the word said and the
ways of saying it at some point in the future are less likely to leave a
bad taste in the mouth, a vile odour in the air.
Reflection.
Self reflection. We can rehearse the various shades of ‘no’ at times
when we are not required to pick a particular form of ‘no.’ Then, when
we do have to say it, it will be without rancour. It will be kind. It
will be underlined by the virtues of compassion and equanimity. And a
non-threatening (in the very least) fragrance will envelop
conversations.
He’s long gone now, but it is as if Gamini
Haththotuwegama sent me a single-word text message (as he had never
done). ‘Yes,’ it said. It was soft. Wholesome.
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
Some play music, others listen
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
Some stories are written on the covers themselves
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
The world is made for re-colouring
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5
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
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
Serendipitous amber rules the world
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