Stay Mum

“They say so.”
“I said this! Did i ?”
“You know ? He said this.”
“Oh chuck it. They keep saying...”

Talking about being said, when its said or you listen to those things again and again its effect gets diluted as compared to those things which are never said. There are things which you don’t speak about,on purpose. You keep it inside you so that it stays. It stays there and you don’t forget it ever. It reverberates somewhere inside you. It can be anything – a confession, a lesson learnt or any beautiful memory. You stay mum.
Another thought that comes to my mind is that people often talk of the good that they did to others. They tell me that they were hurt when after they had done “so much” for the other person, that other person didn’t care just as much for them. And i behave as if i’ve never been so sympathetic ever. (Doesn’t mean i start off condemning that “poor other person” who is just another victim of humano-expectationitis. Sadly, we’re all born with this syndrome). Theres no point questioning them whether that “so much” was done in order to be talked about one day? And that too in this fashion? Or was it really “so much”? My only advice to them is to “talk it over with that other person and not me, dear ”. I doubt if they stay mum.

I would end this piece of note by stating the most relevant episode of staying mum in our personal lives- your mother or your wife already crossed about something, starts yelling at you for a little mistake of yours. Seriously, Hell hath no fury like a women scorned. I swear, stay mum!