Language of silence

Many of us are in the confirmed opinion obviously liable to be debated that “SILENCE” does not have any definite code of language that we can understand. Such a comment is biased because every element of nature has a definite code of language. Silence is an abstract form of state of mind or environment. Silence is sometimes calculated as a mark of pleasure and delight. A profound silence leads us to definite nostalgic feelings of life and we become obsessed with those. Naturally silence contributes significantly in our life. When life is on the run in faint perceptibility we need silence to read the magnitude of that feeling of perception. Silence tells us many a thing with subtle touch of feelings and emotions. So the importance of silence in our life should never be underestimated. Conspicuous silence sometimes becomes the language of many imperceptive moments, untold experiences and unknown feelings. Only eyes and facial expositions speak then with the requisite interpretation. Silence is strange, but that very strangeness contributes our life in a splendid way.

Now it is the tumultuous world. We are all getting exorbitant tired while trying to keep pace with this fast and tumult world. Truly speaking, we don’t have any time to breathe even. We are practically running all the day. Under the attraction of what we are running so fast, we don’t have any allocation of spare time to think over that. So our thinking and ideas get knotted and jolted. We are, as if, floating under the attraction of unknown destination unfamiliar to our knowledge. We need certain amount of rest out in silence to account for our untiring running. Apart from that, the charm of silence in intimate moments with me breaks our monotony. Now it is the turn to evaluate how silence pays dividend in changing situations.

SCENE – 1                                                                       

Amidst the display of mind-blowing colours in the western sky the sun is going to set. The edges of the floating cloudlets are shining with golden yellow colour tinted with red also. It appears that an artist is playing with brush and colours taking western sky as the canvas. He is drawing so many mind-touching pictures which are priceless pleasure to everyone in exquisite loveliness. ASHANTA (restless) AND ALINA (never be ruined), obviously the mark of impeccable innocence, are sitting close at the farthest corner of a horizon touching field by the side of the Ganges. Both want to say something. They want to build up an understanding. But incidentally both are looking at the western sky in infinite strangeness. The interplay of colourful light in the sky is appearing a meaningful sentence to both of them.

Ashanta is becoming restless out of this unbroken silence. He will have to get an outlet of his emotion riveting Alina. She is also demanding in silence; let Ashanta expose his love. This is the auspicious moment. Nature has lent him the opportunity. He should not waste it in anyway. The languages of her floating eyes, the languages of her silent face are changing in amorousness. Yet mysterious silence does not allow them to expose on either side. All on a sudden Ashanta gets back senses, but Alina is still then in obsession. She stands up unwillingly and comes in the understanding that today is again wasted. There reigns a silence in mesmerization for some moments.

Now ever unserious Ashanta whispers to the ears of Alina that today’s silence will be the hallmark of our future dream in inexplicable love and let the question of languishment be remain set apart.

 Alina gets startled and grips the hands of Ashanta in sweet amorousness. She speaks softly; I don’t want to miss you in any way.

“Yes this silence remains the only witness of our love. I am appeased today. I have discovered you in the interplay light and shadow. You are only of my own. Well, let us walk together in the days to come with mutual trust and understanding” Ashanta gives approval of the bonding.

 Alina solicited it and at last silence knots them together in an inseparable bonding and it can never be torn out.

NOTES:-

This small piece of episode ratifies that silence confers a distinct language in absolute solitude. This language is very touchy but momentous. The code of the language is not disclosed to everybody. But if anyone can decode the language of silence it will reveal with intransigence and peerless loveliness. So, better be pleaded for silence if anyone wants to redefine and rediscover himself in a new format. To have an intimacy with silence transports each and everyone to a world where it may be a beginning of new beginning.

It is now weaning away afternoon. Many a days have been passed away. There appears a striking change in the physical appearance of Ashanta. The gracefulness in his appearance is now missing. He is now lean and pale with uncombed long bushy hair and thick unshaved beard. It can be assumed with conviction that he is a severely wounded soul in the struggle of life. None of the sums of his life has been reconciled. He is leaning at the fencing wall of the roof. He is looking at the setting sun in blank eyes. Absolute silence is reigning unchallenged in the atmosphere. He is trying to walk down the memory lane but a strange tiredness does not allow him to do so. A faint voice is coming from somewhere else of his within with a message – “your life is now colorless. The lucrative moments and images of your life are now all hazy. Let the memorable moments remain sleeping because they will never come back in your life again to contribute in any way. There is no use of rumination of those moments when they are lost forever. So Ashanta is now extremely calm and cool in ultimate passiveness. He is now a confused fossil in the zigzag route of life. Alina is now the sleeping past in his life.

SCENE - 2

“Ashanta, I have come again. Dispersing all my confusions I have come again. I have come to you unveiling my endless shame. I am Alina. I was mistaken. Please accept me”- a female voice sounds very softly.

Ashanta gets startled in perplexity. It is a much known call to him. But now it is addressless. He mutters incoherently,” What is the need to vex me now. I am now a defeated past. I don’t want to be captivated again. I don’t want entangle you with my life again as my life is now a setting sun. it is now out of any rhythm. I want to live alone. Profound silence is now the only associate of mine.”

Alina comes forward two or three steps more. “You will not answer me then. I have come to build up new bonding with you. I am also alone in this vast world. I want to be captivated in your arms. Yes, I acknowledge my fault. I misunderstood you. I failed to translate the language of your passion. I could not understand the actual locus of your passion.”

Ashanta did not give any reply. He is looking blank to the face of Alina without any repercussion. He understands that Alina is now completely broken hearted. She is now shelterless. None spared him a small plot of land to live in. a shelterless should get a place to sit. Yet he is silent. He has now nothing left to give him. He is now mentally bankrupt. He has killed his mind in his own hand. An inert mind can never be responsive by subscribing any reaction. It is better that you have come. But I am now very much passive. It is now my work to count days.

Alina understands this language of silence. She knows him very well. He never runs with indecision. On that day he told me repeatedly that he wants to join life with life. He is a dedicated soldier of this commitment. He further said, “You are my beloved. I can’t live without you. I will be a dead soul in absence of you. But you should realize my standpoint. I do have other commitments to life also. I can’t ignore that.” She did not want to listen to anything on that day. No argument or logic was convincing to her on that day. She went away leaving Ashanta in the lurch.

Alina is now ruefully repented. He is uncompromising with his own decision. Yet once more she ask,” Should I then go back with no response?”

Ashanta is still looking blank in silence. Alina knows it well that his silence is very much rigid. His rigidity in profound silence is not anyway amenable. His silence affirms that he has taken his decision in much pain. He has accepted his loneliness as the ultimate of life.

Alina wants to tell something. Ashanta stops her saying in a cool resolute voice.” Better you go. Now I want to live in solitude.”

Alina is going back shedding tears profusely. Two drops of tears are shining as pearls at the farthest corner of the eyes of Ashanta. Yet he does not have any bewilderment. He is unmoved like a stone.

Alina has gone back in a complete broken heart. Ashanta is also coming down from the one step to one step along the staircase. Evening will set in soon.

  

NOTES:-

Ashantsa in complete silence is beyond doubt responsive.  He has gone for a refusal without expending a single word.  His strange silence communicates definite message to Alina. We may not decode the language of Ashanta’s silence.  That very language is not unknown to Alina.  In Scene-1 it is a case of unification, but in scene-2 it is a case of permanent separation in an unspeakable pain. The intimacy of silence is well felt sometimes in the run of life. Silence is sometimes more than expression.  What we cannot express in words silence dose that effectively without using a single word. That is the generousity of silence.

The role of silence in our life is can’t-be-spoken-off. The majesty of it can be compared with the Himalayas, the vastness of it can be compared with the Pacific Ocean and its reach can be compared where sky is the limit. Silent moments contribute our life magnificently with enormous feelings. The language of silence is obviously alien and it differs from man to man. Yet there exists certain common touch. When we strike with dumb in strangeness we become silent for our incapability to translate that into language known to us. Silence is impossibly substituted because it is a heartfelt feeling that comes up deep from our within. Please be requested to maintain silence while going through this write up. It is the fruit of my own experience. So I also solicit profound silence during the rest of life.