The Unsaid Revisited

All my interactions with fellows fall under 3 classes: The Said, The Unsaid, The Confessed.

Shud be so for most of u too!

The Said, if in a clear-hearted person, beautifully eliminates the other two. The middle option only being retained for if-truth-is-too-painful kinds. The Confessed almost always merges, for such a woman, with The Said, thus eliminating the usual time lag between the two.

The Said also becomes the basic tool for motivators, politicians, crooks, gurus, Bushs, n speakers in general.

Though the initial hitch makes us think that The Said occupies the largest portion of the cosmos of our verbal consciouness, a moment's introspection reveals The Unsaid doing the rounds instead.

This comes out to be a disturbing find. Coz The Unsaid is not immobile n static. On the contrary, it is the one gulping most of ur consciousness resources, leaving very little to explore the dynamic world with. The Unsaid is restless, it never sleeps. Those who remember dreaming in their sleep wud be testimony to that. n Wake-up time being no exception.

The Unsaid is like cockroach surviving a nuclear holocaust. Nothing kills it perhaps. So have i found atleast. It leaves one with very little room in relationships. Coz The Unsaid is bothering one all the time. The Said, as it must occur in human relationship, only serves to mask it, momentarily divert our attention from the nagging of The Unsaid-which continues unabated.

One Unsaid finds its way out here: Long ago my pals started to tell me in my face, in the wake of my Utopian suggestions in almost all contemporary discussions we had, that i only had questions, no answers.

But today i think i have found my first such answer. The problem being the things i have pointed out above.

The Confessed comes to my rescue in dealing with The Unsaid. The time lag, guilt, u-cheated-me-so-far replies, fear of rejection notwithstanding.....