I feel
music is what arrives between silences; it is indeed the pauses that make our
compositions what they are. So too with words and all that is said without it.
Silence can sit light on one's shoulders, bear heavy in their hearts and often
be missed for everything that distracts. Almost like a black dot on a white
canvas, we get absorbed by the noise and forget the blank background.
However,
on certain days and nights, silence bestows its infinite grace upon me and I
have the luxury to mull about the vagaries of life. Or just observe the
buzzing, hustling, hooting, screeching world around me, sitting safe in my own
cocoon of noiseless-ness. It is a blessing on some days. On other days, it
gives me a privilege to embark on a nostalgic trip. On many other days, it is a
slow vehicle that carries me from one moment to the next, efficiently curing an
anxiety about the future.
Over the
past month, when I had plenty of chance to travel to villages and to towns, to
mofussils and to cities, I found my moments of silence. Sitting with a drained
mobile phone but an absolutely charged mind, I found silence in the twinkling
ripples of the night's lights on a pond's surface. Silence, arrived unannounced
and compassionately offered company, on a long bus journey where I was the sole
passenger. (It might have been a metaphor for my life, but I would like to
believe that my life's landscape is less dustier than Indian roads.) On a
chilly night, silence shrouded me in disbelief and enormity, as I glanced
upwards and reacquainted myself with the stars of a rural sky. On yet another
night, while traveling alone, my late night train pushed to an unearthly hour
past midnight, I sat in an unknown railway station twiddling thumbs and letting
my thoughts take over the barren tracks. Between the jerks of a bumpy bike
ride, in the massive courtyard of an ancient temple, on a soft lawn watching a
chirpy wagtail, after multiple cups of tea on a rainy morning… silence arrived.
Loud enough to shut everything else, silence arrived.
During
one of the longer periods of silence, I had the opportunity to think of all the
people I may have shared my silence with. Most of them, old friends kind enough
to bear with the wordlessness and graceful enough to grow with me during such
periods. Others, newer friends, random acquaintances, who in an enormous stroke
of luck and mercy did not find the need to disturb the silence that pervaded
our conversations.
First, my
old friends. After school, wandering the same streets that witnessed our
childhood, treading the same beaten path and sharing stories from a teenage
life that revolved around who's who and who's what; it would all wind down to
gulping some cool rasna and letting our thoughts trail into silence. A
comfortable silence that knew not the threat of competition or the
apprehensions of distances burying our relationships-- only school friends
withstand that test of silence.
With
friends from college, who have completed many circles around Connaught Place
with me, and then sunk into an understanding reverie at a nearby tea stall or
coffee house. No, there was no need to catch up any more. No need to pick up on
what movies, stars, sportspersons or musicians had caught our fancy. When the
early morning and late night walks in the University campus would mean just keeping beat to the other's steps, it was silence that cemented many of my friendships.
And then
with other friends, after a hearty meal and a box of old Kishore Kumar or Rafi songs
slowly becoming a part of the white noise, silence would engulf us in an odd
self-awareness. It was not awkward, it never was.
Then it
occurred to me that silences between persons real time (not going AWOL on FB,
Twitter or Whatsapp) required a reasonable amount of trust, respect towards the
other's space and time, and a strength that stemmed from the comfort of knowing
the other person well enough. It is not so easy with a stranger, new
acquaintance, or a relatively new friend. With a stranger, the trust is missing.
With the new acquaintance, the comfort is lacking. With a relatively new
friend, the novelty of the friendship and the excitement to know everything
about one another unfortunately removes the respect for their own time and
space.
My
moments of silence have always led me to some clarity. Sometimes significant
enough to alter life, sometimes small enough to keep me happy and occupied at
least for that moment. If achieving that level of happiness and quietitude is
also meditation, I am richer for it. Creating that little time and space where
everything else ceases to exist- with or without company- is a must. We open
ourselves to details that had always existed but we had never noticed. We embark on new
levels of travelling within. We became stronger, more meaningful and definitely
more effective with our words, our music.
There is
immense gratitude towards all those who have shared their silences with me for
you found me worthy of it. There is immense gratitude for all those who bore my
silences without any complaints, I always thought you were worthy of it. All
around us, the Universe and Nature, keep nudging us towards that sweet spot
time and again. These are too sacred hints to be ignored. In them, find your
oldest friends and eternal company. Non-judgmental, ever-tolerant and
sure-to-forgive, Time and Space do us all a favour. So why not revel in it? And
it's okay, the truths revealed to you in your silence are always your own. Find
your silence, your strength. Share it.
Some odd truths of my life, written at some point of actualisation and fortunately, within reach. |