WORDS

     The same black on white expressing the glories of war and the passions of love. They hold within them the power to change the future and guard the reputation of the past. Heroes and villains, princess, princesses and demons, a wicked stepmother and a magical godmother, the young girl who contains her passions hence winning the war of her desires, angry pixies and magical fairies,an inspiring teacher or a grumpy gym-master wielding a cane, the intricacies of economies that existed, exists and are to exist, the fascinating story of the birth of the universe and all in it, the accounts of prophets and men wise and great and above all the stories of letters themselves captured within those magical black coloured creatures that float on white, simply called ‘words’.

     They clothed themselves in gowns and tailcoats when the people did so and uncomplainingly got accustomed to the drastically different skirts and pants when demanded of them. But these flexible, easily dominated and ruled over entities have taken lives, destroyed cities, disrobed wailing women, mercilessly thrashed young children and have passively given accounts of the very same. They are not dubbed ruthless and similarly goes unnoticed their roles in the slightest of the smiles that played over the smallest of the human faces that have existed in the world. No one considered to give a thanking word on that wedding day, to the words that smilingly existed on the rose scented letter that brought together the couple who were wedded that day, them who proclaimed the deepest apologies of a son grieving for his inconsideration towards his father went without praise on that deathbed where the father accepted the words of apology, the words that brought the news of a mother turning grandmother rested on the parchment forgotten on the first birthday of the child. And so words have remained throughout the ages without praise or blame, simply existing as part of the human race rather than with it. They have existed as shadows of everything real and imagined.

     There were times when they looked markedly different from the forms that we so easily attribute to them today and even in this age where the world has come closer than ever before, they retain their diversity in all its various hues and colours. From an age where the word ‘hunting’ was depicted as a dead animal on the walls of stone we are now in one where we witness the formation of a jumble of symbols to mean the same on variously coloured papers that would have made them even more harder for the early men to decipher than it is for us to decode their words.

     These brilliant creations of the human mind which have caused many a men to draw their swords, which has been the reason for many a touches right or wrong, which have caused armies to move east or west, which have saved uncountable lives from storms and wars and which have,above all tried with all their might to portray clearly the minds of men great or naught hence bringing about celebrations and disputes with the same uninterested expression of a casual witness can let us live and can see without remorse our deaths.