Sound of silence..!

IT’S been two weeks since I’ve stopped carrying my cell phone. My friends think I’m crazy. “Bob!” they cry, “we remember when hands free mouth piece used to be clipped to beard. It was part of your face!”
I smile, I do remember. There was narry a moment when I was not on the phone, calling somebody or other, or sitting in car, talking to friends, or casual acquaintances as my driver drove me around. We passed the sea, we passed magnificent hills but my mouth firmly fixed on seductive mouthpiece and my mind on needless conversation hardly noticed rolling waves or soothing hills.
Today I look and listen and in the silence that surrounds me, I hear more beautiful thoughts than ever before. Its been estimated that a talkative person speaks around thirty thousand words a day! But the important question is, how do my words, whether many or few affect those around me?
A Greek philosopher asked his servant to cook the best dish possible. The servant who was very wise, prepared a dish of tongue saying, “It’s the best of all dishes, for it reminds us that we may use the tongue to bless and express happiness, dispel sorrow, remove despair and spread cheer.”
The philosopher was quite intrigued by his servant’s philosophy and later asked him to cook the worst dish possible. Again he prepared a dish of tongue, saying, “It’s the worst dish for it reminds us that we may use the tongue to curse and break hearts, destroy reputations, create strife, and set families and nations at war.”
I didn’t have to eat tongue to grasp that servant’s point, but I certainly have had to eat my own words quite often before I’ve learnt to avoid saying things I’ve had to retract later. Which is why I believe now, the less said the better. King Solomon wrote: “The tongue of the wise promotes health.” The key word here is not tongue but ‘wise.’ The tongue is not in control but the person behind it is. Like I said it’s been two weeks since I stopped carrying a mobile and my friends are curious. “What do you do with your talk time now?” “I listen.” “You listen?” they ask looking at each other with an ‘I told you so’ expression. “Yes,” I say, “I listen.” “Without a phone?” “What I listen to, “I say, “are the sounds your phones have spoilt: The sound of the waves, of the breeze through the trees, of laughter; even the sound of silence!”
But the family insisted yesterday that I get a phone, so they could know where I was and with that my old sounds have receded once more, waiting patiently for me to hear them again. I know they’re there, just behind the awful ringing..!

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