My Verbomania...

Words..words..words..its the words that maketh man. A man of his words ..a trustworthy fellow. A man of few words..a calm and a silent person. A pen is mighter than sword...words have a greater impact than arms. Think twice before you speak..because physical injuries can be cured but sharp words distance relationships. Yes..words, in any form, oral or written they either make or mar! That's their beauty!

The origin and evaluation of mankind has seen words evovle every single day..I think they have been build by man's thoughts and his deeds. As the mankind progressed its vocabulary increased. So augmentation in the verbose is a sign of progression..I proposed!

Right from my childhood I had been admiring the power of words. Every single word has its own meaning, its own usage. Synonyms prevail but there are certain cases where the a particular word has no replacement...at all. I relate this somehow to people..each person you meet is unique in its own way..gifted with something or the other..all you need is to reveal...to discover and explore people. The more you deepen the more secrets you will find...same with words..another inference!



Someone reading this might think of me as an arts student...dreaming and wandering in the virtue of words. Ya..am unfortunate to belong to this technical group. Alas have realized that I am not made for this. A lot of water has been passed down the bridge..but still no regrets..I still won't leave the pursuit of words..no way! Abstract nouns were the ones that fascinated me all way through. I simply wondered how feelings like love, anger, hatred, aptitude, mercy, passion..etc,etc. would have been described had not these words been there...They cant be seen, heard, smelled, tasted...but felt?...yes probably they can be felt.."Feeling"-- that's what is greatest gift of gab to mankind. Had not been for the feeling we would have be non-living creatures..Feelings indicate life, energy, zeal...and feelings are best explained by words...so words are responsible for life...another derivation.!

Just count on....)))


This week proved lucky to me. My manager wholeheartedly approved of my learning Deustch.Deutsch-the language of Albert Einstein, of Adolf Hitler..and of my favorite Stefina! So I am in high spirits these days. This had been a dream since long..Twice had I to let go off my learning of this language..and now this has been a wonderful opportunity..make the most of it,..I thought! The classes started and I felt like I am back at school. Me being the youngest in the group, sharing desks with many red and green tags of my company..I was proud..and happy..That's my "Pursuit of Happiness". Given the options of studying and working, I will cordially choose the former. In fact I am constantly in search of novice, improvement and rationalism. My learning of a new language will impart me more knowledge, more wisdom, more facts and figures..I love to get acquainted with different cultures, new geographies and older histories. That makes life rich....I concluded!

The other day at home, I was sitting with my friends, in the moonlight, under the canopy of the stars...with each of us remembering their school days..and the topic deviated to poems. Our high-school poems! And there was I in full swing with 2 of my favourite poems---"Home they brought her warrior dead--Lord Alfred Tennyson" and "Daffodils--William Wordsworth". The latter is the most favorite of mine...and the poet too..Wordsworth..what a name I used to think..worth of the words ..too apt for him, for his composition. I still remember the classes and my teachers who gave me the insight to learn language..to identify myself in their companionship. One of those teachers I met few months before..and she called upon me immediately...I touched her feet..not only for she being my teacher and that I should respect her, but for guiding me in the land of vicarious pleasure..the land of words!!!

Here presenting "Daffodils"..each word carrying a unique meaning...and there cannot be any substitution for even a single!

"Daffodils" (1804)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-- William Wordsworth (1770-1850).