Though I don't dread it much, but very so often, it just descends on me. The world slows down to a cynical grey vicious circle, where the more I think, the more depressing it becomes and the more dismayed it looks, the more it causes me to ponder. It's the quietness of my mind, which acts like an experienced, Mr. seen -it-all teacher to my impish, childish and ebullient joys of life. This spontaneous maturity may not be like dark overcast skies but yet, it does bring a chilling reality face-off to the various aspects of life including relationships, career decisions, old age and the omnipresent-death. They are evaluated, criticized and the net worth is determined on the basis of a scale of 20 years from now. Predictably, the outcome is shaky, dark more often than bright and unpredictable. This quietness harangues and haunts you, disturbs the well settled, real or artificial comfortable routine which the mind itself follows so obediently. You might assume you have conquered it, your worldly voice may have controlled your mind for some time but the truth is, it can dawn on you anytime. A sight of a beggar, an old movie poster, the smell of that snack, that road and colony, the colour of that car, you name it and there it will be- the trigger of your conscience, which raises it's voice at the most inopportune of moments causing your smile to fade, intelligence to lower itself and all the acquired worldly wisdom to fall short in front of that one incident which makes you feel vulnerable, convicted and helpless as it's your natural inherent sensibility, accusing you of a certain wrong doing. This is the quietness of your mind.
Silence is rather forced. Your mind might be running in hundreds of directions and yet, you may be forced to keep your mouth shut. One observes a two minute silence for a deceased soul, while waiting in anticipation, in shock or awe , and that ubiquitous thundering order from the teacher, "Silence !". Ever wondered what silence does to you? For one, it makes you uncomfortable. Since, you can't speak, you must mentally sort out the thoughts. And because, you are not allowed to share them, you must handle them by yourself and this is where the problem lies. We, as humans, have become so used to therapies that even one single moment of painful memories becomes an arduous task. We would rather shop, gorge on snacks, talk on the phone, get beauty treatments, watch TV than tackle the very issues which force our mind to go in a state of mild hypnosis whenever silence is observed.
Even our faces tell a different story altogether, while encountering such situations. Quietness makes the face serene and go blank. It's a lingering numbness.Silence is like a shock treatment wherein, a chatterbox is made to keep shut. The face looks confused, in anticipation of something, uncomfortable with this sudden lack of activity and desperate to become animated again.
Hence, silence and quietness may look similar from exterior, but deep down, it's your mind which battles with unforeseen conditions.
Silence is rather forced. Your mind might be running in hundreds of directions and yet, you may be forced to keep your mouth shut. One observes a two minute silence for a deceased soul, while waiting in anticipation, in shock or awe , and that ubiquitous thundering order from the teacher, "Silence !". Ever wondered what silence does to you? For one, it makes you uncomfortable. Since, you can't speak, you must mentally sort out the thoughts. And because, you are not allowed to share them, you must handle them by yourself and this is where the problem lies. We, as humans, have become so used to therapies that even one single moment of painful memories becomes an arduous task. We would rather shop, gorge on snacks, talk on the phone, get beauty treatments, watch TV than tackle the very issues which force our mind to go in a state of mild hypnosis whenever silence is observed.
Even our faces tell a different story altogether, while encountering such situations. Quietness makes the face serene and go blank. It's a lingering numbness.Silence is like a shock treatment wherein, a chatterbox is made to keep shut. The face looks confused, in anticipation of something, uncomfortable with this sudden lack of activity and desperate to become animated again.
Hence, silence and quietness may look similar from exterior, but deep down, it's your mind which battles with unforeseen conditions.
3 comments:
I so agree to all that you have writen. WE grow up. At times, the other person grows with us.... and at other times... he/she grows away from us.
I dont know about marriage myself.... but i believe that if we truly want it to work, it does work. For that matter. Any relationship. Even friendships. That person might grow into a different individual altogether. But if you accept him/her for the way he/she is..... there is no chance of you drifting away.
As you rightly said, if we enter a relationship based on needs.. we will soon end it once those needs are fulfilled or they cease to be fulfilled any longer.Then, we cant call it Love. Love sees no status, no common interests; no emotional-need fulfilment, no money; no barbies, no cars, no babes. Love just feels. Feels that the other person is a part of oneself... a part that is inseparable. not many people can truly Love. some can Love a few. Hardly anyone has been able to Love all. And those who did.... they are known as Masters, Prophets.... God!!!
But in the end... it all blends into one thing..... OUR SELF!!
"Love is all that IS...all that IS, is Love!!"
Marriages break, friendships end... but love never dies.
Have you Loved anyone Rishi??
oh and by the way...
this blog is a definite improvement over the prev one!
Congrats!!!
impatient beeth my waferthin soul and it runs out of soiltude when faced with these simple dillemas dealt with complexity...
the heart knows reason that reson cannot understand...i wish i knew what that meant...just seemed appropriate here....
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