Sunday, June 5, 2011

Open for (Mis)Interpretations

Misinterpretation is a pervasive phenomenon of social life, sometimes with serious consequences. It is especially hazardous in high-stake events, for instance in the legal system.

When we read a book, we hold a person’s life in our hand. Though the author tries to put his/her thoughts and feelings into words, it is not always possible to see into the emotions and thought process of the other person; hence the words are likely to be misinterpreted.

Even though we explain ourselves in simple words, the other person may have a different interpretation of what those words mean. For example, when a man says to a woman after a date, “I’ll call you later.” he is speaking very plain and simple English, but what he meant and what she understood could be two completely different things. The man “knows” what he means and the woman “knows” something else. We misinterpret because we assume that another person has the same meaning for words that we have, but they don’t.

She suffered from a similar episode when he figured out that she was in love. He also learned that she has known him for three years but during this time, they never met. They spoke a few times and she felt that he was a wonderful person. He gathered a few more hints but he never tried to relate them to himself. Instead he kept looking for the signs around him.

On his birthday, she designed a beautiful card for him but he didn’t acknowledge. Perhaps, he didn’t like her gesture of designing the card for him.

He kept to himself mostly but one fine day, he decided to leave a message for her.

Isn’t it plain common sense that getting emotionally involved with someone who does not reciprocate and with whom one has not spent time developing a real relationship is stupidity?

She had a mighty laugh. Then she realized he seriously had no clue she was in love with ‘him’. She didn’t know how to react.

Yes, I think you’re right! It’s insane to love someone who doesn’t reciprocate. I shouldn’t be loving you.” She thought. She had lost her mind or was she coming back to her senses. I bet on the former. She wondered if she had the right to kiss his forehead before giving up on ‘the insanity’.

PS. The purpose of my blog is not to glorify my love or for him to read, it is just to express my feelings which I can’t really share with anyone because like you, none of my friends understand how I feel about him. I can’t even mention his name to anyone. Perhaps they all are right, including you.

Cruella de Vil - You are saved already but I am not coz I haven’t found ‘you’ yet. If you still don’t get it, you're the one I'm in love with... you're my wonderwall. I can identify your writing style in a thousand scripts. And your constructive feedback is welcome, anytime.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I see you chose not to publish my comment and instead borrowed heavily to write a post of your own. Dudette, sorry to disappoint you but I am a beti, who chanced upon both blogs and saw the obvious. Girlie, you need to be careful about what you say, especially with all the loonies/armchair intellectuals etc trawling through the www.

As for similarity in writing styles I agree the element of sarcasm is a commonality but I’d like to think that my prose is much more refined and elegant on account of my feminine sensibilities ;-). This post suffers from the drawbacks I pointed out earlier but the title is very apt!!

Dudette said...

Try a li'l harder... that's not convincing enough :D

Why will I not publish your comment my dearest? Must be a technology glitch.

Working on the feedback.

Anonymous said...

Words…
Often seem like dried up sticks
But roll them together
A few in your head
And they may catch light
And become a fire
And a form of beauty
And live forever
Or often – it seems

Words…
May be scattered images
Boring – black on white
But infuse them with imagination
And they sometimes
Provoke a reaction
Invoke a desire
Inflame you
As if in a spire

But words can also maim
Words can also hurt
Words that are reckless
Words that are feckless
Are worse than silence

For words have no retrospect
Words are trouble makers
As much as they are building blocks

Words will break you… unbreak you
Words will make you…make it up to you

Words are as limited or as free
As you yourself wish them to be ……