I had this conversation recently, about the importance of words. Yes, they're important, words that is, but why, or to put it more clearly, what is it about words that makes them so important?
I think words make memories, and sometimes, like a scent long forgotten, they come back to you, bring back some of those memories... which sometimes mean the world to you, or which are, at times, absolutely pointless, like walking down a beautiful road with someone you love.. or waking up on a Sunday morning and just thinking about how good life is, just then, in that one moment.
But I'm digressing. Words, yes. They're the most powerful weapons too, they have the power to influence, persuade, dissuade and change. But then, there's the beauty of it all. You don't even need to be very precise, you know. Their vagueness, if used correctly, only adds to their beauty. So, I could go ahead and say something like "...and the smell of the wet soil hung in the air." and I find this sentence absolutely beautiful, or I could be very precise and describe it all in just one word. Petrichor. See what I mean?
And then there are words which remind me of certain people who have touched my life... certain incidents that have had some say in deciding the course of it... So everytime I hear the word labyrinth, I'm reminded of a person who taught me how just about everything could be associated with that word; "planet" reminds me of an economics class, a long time ago when I sat with a friend and made more than 92 words from the alphabets of this word, just our way of finding out the truth about Da Vinci Code. :D "Breezy" reminds me of this particular dress I had, all so flowy, I just couldn't associate any other word with it. "Home" reminds me of my living room couch and the crystal dinner set, for I don't know what reason!
Of course, its entirely possible to have situations when words fail you. Happens to the best of us, doesn't it? I think that's why we have eyes.. they say so much. But then that's another story.. :)
I think words make memories, and sometimes, like a scent long forgotten, they come back to you, bring back some of those memories... which sometimes mean the world to you, or which are, at times, absolutely pointless, like walking down a beautiful road with someone you love.. or waking up on a Sunday morning and just thinking about how good life is, just then, in that one moment.
But I'm digressing. Words, yes. They're the most powerful weapons too, they have the power to influence, persuade, dissuade and change. But then, there's the beauty of it all. You don't even need to be very precise, you know. Their vagueness, if used correctly, only adds to their beauty. So, I could go ahead and say something like "...and the smell of the wet soil hung in the air." and I find this sentence absolutely beautiful, or I could be very precise and describe it all in just one word. Petrichor. See what I mean?
And then there are words which remind me of certain people who have touched my life... certain incidents that have had some say in deciding the course of it... So everytime I hear the word labyrinth, I'm reminded of a person who taught me how just about everything could be associated with that word; "planet" reminds me of an economics class, a long time ago when I sat with a friend and made more than 92 words from the alphabets of this word, just our way of finding out the truth about Da Vinci Code. :D "Breezy" reminds me of this particular dress I had, all so flowy, I just couldn't associate any other word with it. "Home" reminds me of my living room couch and the crystal dinner set, for I don't know what reason!
Of course, its entirely possible to have situations when words fail you. Happens to the best of us, doesn't it? I think that's why we have eyes.. they say so much. But then that's another story.. :)
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