Preamble to Dispatch
People must endure their going hence, even as their coming hither: Ripeness is all, so says William Shakespeare in his famous tragedy ‘King Lear’. This Shakespearean dictum is quite cogent and we all should adhere to it in order to get going in this capricious world of unpredictable coincidences and calamities. All humans, at times, are liable to erroneous acts and impulsive omissions and commissions because of their sentimental frailty, mental fragility and sensual instability. But all these flaws and imperfections should not sour their relationship and sense of camaraderie. The mistakes that we humans commit are most of the times inadvertent and not deliberate. It is the omission or commission of any act that leads us to any tragic end or for that matter that puts an end to any strong relationship. So, nothing is in the hands of us humans.
We are just puppets in front of our pre-destined and pre-determined fall-outs of unjust nature. The elements and organs in our body are antipodal and contrary to each other. We have a mind. It is there to think and ponder. We have a heart. It is there to desire and feel. This antipodal nexus of our thinking mind and desiring heart makes us vulnerable and lead us to commit inadvertent and unconscious acts of off-color and silly nature. We humans are caught in the vortex of what Nietzsche in his philosophical novel to wit ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra’ calls ‘categorical imperative’, ‘Will to power’ and ‘Eternal recurrence’. This vicious triplex has to be balanced in order to float in the sea of sorrows and troubles. This wise and enlightening preamble to the dispatch, I hope, would surely nudge conscience and tickle the chambers of the heart of a friend of mine for a renewed scholarly rapport.
Dear friend!
The undefined tiff that erected a wall of indifference between us has to be erased in order to build the bridges of belonging, understanding and close chemistry. I know that I have dashed your faith and belief that you had pinned so tightly on me. There was nothing deliberate and conscious on my part. Whatever happened on that ignominious day was only an unconscious mishap. I know you have gone through an emotional breakdown due to my silly and sheepish attitude. But believe me, I have been through the same breakdown and right from that very day I am completely ill at ease. I am not able to coordinate and connect the things now.
I am completely non-plussed and feel diametrically out of sorts. My misbehavior to you haunts me like a hydra-headed monster and disturbs the poise and tranquility of my mind. The cockles of my heart are so very dismal and disconsolate. I feel an unstoppable rush of dejection and despondency in my cardinal chambers. Forgive me for the old time’s sake, renew the scholarly rapport and help me to alleviate the mountain of misgivings and snowball of sorrow from my sordidly sorrowful being. If I have burnt bridges, I request you to remake and rehabilitate them by your reconciliatory steps of forgiveness. Your forgiveness and restoration of rapport would be like alms to a penurious pal.
I promise and at the same time make a strong and truthful pledge that I will now on refrain from saying and doing anything that would dampen your heart and disturb your mind. Dear friend! Countries reconcile after rabid relationships. Spouses reconcile and compromise after a violent scuffle. Friends reconcile after every tiff. We are also scholarly friends. Let’s renew and renovate the relationship and let’s restore the old sense of camaraderie between you and me. Dear friend! I request and beseech you for restoration of rapport. Remember! To err is human and to forgive is divine.
Your Penitent Pal
(The Writer works as a Lecturer (English). He has done Ph.D and M.Phil in English Literature from Aligarh Muslim University. Besides that, he has qualified UGC-NET and JKSET for Assistant professorship. He can be mailed at [email protected])
