Walls R U’s

A few days back I suddenly remembered Robert Frost‘s Mending Walls (which I produce below). I am not sure why. Perhaps it is because for sometime now I have been thinking of the walls we build between us, which hampers communications, free flow of thoughts and ideas, a clarity of the canvas on which we all work. How many times would you feel comfortable talking to a complete stranger? How long does it take to ‘break the ice’ even between people who seem to work together, stay together?

With all the 2.0ing of the world around us, has it actually brought us closer to people than farther away? How much do you know about your co-worker, room-mate, common friend? What has been your sibling upto for the last fortnight? Where is your best friend from school?

Walls have always been built. Perhaps they are required. Why don’t I write everything about myself on my blog? But then, with the increased avenues of communication — the internet, the IM, the blog, the social-network, the mobile phone, SMS — perhaps we don’t even get to understand and instrospect where we need a wall and where we don’t.

Maybe I am just crazy.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."


About kpowerinfinity
I *♥* technology, business, conversations, experiences, books, music, theater, coffee and people. I am an entrepreneur in the city of Bangalore - my company, Capillary, provides customer engagement programs and marketing services to retailers around the world.

3 Responses to Walls R U’s

  1. Siddharth says:

    indeed.. its a trade-off i see in myself.. personally, from someone who was outgoing and very social, i find myself now struggling to say anything to anyone.. maybe i am just one case in particular, because suddenly, i feel like growing up and all the additional baggage of philosophical questions that pop up time and again in my mind are keeping me busy with myself.. i don\’t know if its that or the situation i am in.. surrounded by walls where i see people just screaming \’How\’s it going?\’ \’Excuse me\’ and \’Thank you\’… where i have started to value my privacy not because i want to, but because i see everyone else do it.. mob psychology aiding itself..
    i asked myself the questions you have pointed.. about siblings and friends.. the answers, or the apparent lack of it, hurt me a bit..
    also.. loved the phrase \’2.0-ing\’.. well done..

  2. Gopal says:

    Nice one! It is true – while the modes of communication have increased exponentially, the patience required to maintain links has reduced drastically.

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