In Praise Of Conversations

Last week I was in Dadu. A village near Gurugram. The early morning was bereft of conversation. It had a rich pageantry of other sensory stimuli typical of rural India. Cows. Hay. Fertilizer. The sound of hands working the udders. The noisy rooster who was getting into the groove.

I thought I would help myself with a walk. I had to gather myself to take on the day ahead by just being with myself. Nobody would attempt a conversation with me and even if they did, my Hindi occasionally made it to the ‘passable’ category and remained ‘beyond repair’ at most other times.

The first 15 minutes of the walk was how I had envisioned the walk to be. Then I spotted him.

Walking ahead of me. Talking to a buddy. Gesticulating in a happy sort of a way as they indulged in hearty laughs and loud arguments. I couldnÔÇÖt follow what they were saying but they sure were having a good time.

Ten minutes later his friend took a right turn and left. This old man and me had the road to share. He kept pace with me and when our eyes met, he smiled. Big yellow tooth with neat gaps between.

Improbable Conversation

When he asked me a few questions, my first response to him was, “I speak bad Hindi”. He let off a laugh and said, “language cannot stop two people from getting to know to each other sir”. It sure was a swell remark. He had dispelled my self-conscious diffidence with a flick of a finger and an arresting smile.

Over the next 30 minutes we spoke. About cows and buffaloes and the village ways. He asked a few questions and then I asked a few questions. I felt heard and understood far beyond the little hindi I deployed.

But quickly the conversation climbed a few notches higher. The hatred inducing ways of present day politics. Rural economics. Russia and Ukraine and the complicity of the rest of the world. The futility of war. It was truly remarkable. And when we reached the end of the road, he said, “my home is just here. Let’s have tea together”.

I politely declined and told him that it was time for me to get ready to work. He smiled in silence and then said, “I don’t know about you educated lot sir. Always running around.”.

And then, asked me a pointed question “Tell me sir, what if you decide that you should change your life and live in a different city, which one would it be?

And as I smiled not knowing what to tell him, he said, “choose a city where people smile. A city where people talk to each other. You may have to choose a village. And that’s a good choice too”.

And that was that.

A Conversation To Remember

I will remember that conversation for some time. First, it was example that conversation is not a function of language! And more importantly, by being himself, he taught me the importance of connecting with people. To smile and to ask meaningful questions not with the inquisitiveness of a border security clerk, but with the inviting care of a classmate from yesteryear.

Pausing after each question and really keen on listening to each answer. Answering each question with honesty. It was fantastic.

You see, people speak. If we do. Conversations take a bit of courage, some curiosity and a lot of humility. More often than not, it starts with a smile. Have more of them. With other people that is. You never know where a conversation can lead you to.

OWL Despatch
OWL Despatch

The OWL Despatch

Every fortnight I put out The OWL Despatch. A short essay of what I think will help you and a curation of interesting reads. This is edition #105. And I am sorry that this edition is late by a couple of days this time.

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That’s that for this edition. I look forward to talking to you soon.

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