Night = Shut up

How many of you like staying up at night? Not just so that you can sleep but more of like even when you are drifting to sleep but you want to stay Awake so that you can witness the dawn of night. No not speaking of the dead, draculas, werewolves or vampires. Sorry Just humans here…

Staying up at night is something i kind of look forward to on so many ocassions. Weird me!!  Neither am I a student of astronomy nor do i have the smallest of equipments which facilitates me to watch over the proceedings of the twinkling night sky. Its just so that the night hauls along with it a sound an experience whose presence brings a sense of sanity in me. It brings silence. People sleep in anticipation to take rest to.. events of another soundful day. But i like to stay awake and soak in the sience and bask in the glory of peace that it brings along.

The non stop mumbling, fumbling and screaming of the idiot box, the endless opinions being passed on every breath of a person, the zap of the vibrating phone(courtesy the endless messages people receive), the click-clack of non-living objects, sounds of disapprovals ,the degree of hatred and anger that emancipates from the vocal cords of humans all freeze. During the day the moments when you chant shut up.. shut up.. shut up!! All these moments combine to give you the luxury of a soundless night. I do say it plenty of times.. ofcourse they are not physically spoken, only mentally mentioned and registered.

Ah the silence so pure, yet so vulnerable. Vulnerable to the intruder no matter how faint whispering a scream to rip the silence apart, which the morning promises.

It is what sets my mind free. The war within matching the disorder outside tenses my senses. The peace outside and the disorder within helps in organising thoughts and relaxing the mind. How you ask? The theory of osmosis says,

There is the movement of objects from the region of higher concentration to the region of lower concentation.

Silence brings peace which seemlessly seeps into me. The silent world helps me in organising the disorderlyness that inhibits my being into something vaguegly ordered.. something which reciprocates atleast a whisper of sense.

It is not spiritual peace that i speak of. It is a peace whose presence needs to be acknowledged to reflect on yoyrself.. on events passed.. for you to know that things can be set right. A calm, relaxed and informed thinking is all that is required to keep life going.

At times i believe the deaf in this sense more privilaged than us.. though deprived the sweet sounds of birds chirping or leaves rustling or the call of a loved one.. they are spared the wounds inflicted by harsh and bitter words.. the root cause of miseries.

How wonderful it would be if we ever lived in a world that granted us an optional hearing organ? Or what if we had an option to turn on and off our hearing capabilities like a light bulb switch. Though we now live in a world that is acustomed to partial deafness it is highly selective of its companion. These are usually the ones that have the liberty to do so and not the ones who need it.. to whom occassional moments of silence brings a calm and relaxed atmosphere and and helps keep insanity at bay.

However my irony worths a mention,

I wish to reap the benifits of silence without being silenced.

Its well past mid-night in this part of the world. Tic-toc of the wall clock is all i hear.

UNOFFICIAL REASON

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Final Trio.”


This is my first attempt at a trio through the daily post. And i know i am a bit late on it.

Todays prompt: For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.

The lines that ran down the shelves on the fourth alley on the right of the library always intrigued me. Its antique presence seemed out of place in the otherwise flawless modern library. As i stood there looking for a decent book to spend my time with on a lonely saturday night, the librarian walked past me with a trolly full of books. Her mysterious mannerisms always amused me. I wanted to grab a book and run away. I heard a group of students chattering along the far corner. One of their phone buzzed out loud with the game of throne theme song. The librarian seemed annoyed. The student hurriedly rejected it and fumbled with the phone to active the silent mode.The librarian tried hard to mask the daunted look on her pale face. Just then the phone rang again. The librarian dashed towards the group. I turned around to watch the drama unfold.

She returned to stack the books back on the shelf. Oblivious to the fact that i now knew her secret. Cause as she darted to the owner of the phone i heard a distinct crack behind me. I turned around to only be dazed by the stream of red light that flooded out of the narrow cracks in the shelves. The shelfed door went ajar. But before i made a move it closed with the same sound with which it opened.

I walked out. I knew i would no longer spend my saturday night alone reading a book in my room. I now know the unofficial reason behind the silence that a library holds.