THE CONUNDRUM OF SILENCE

It’s been said and acknowledged that silence has several meanings, but for me, silence is a multidimensional reality. Well, that’s some word a techie uses to describe his new AI. I didn’t mean to do that, I just want to tell you that silence has several dimensions and the spectator can only access one or a few of them. One cannot travel in different prospects to observe different angles, it’s because the control lies with the individual possessing silence and the individual decides to what extent his dimensions are to be put on display. Well, I have complicated things a little bit but I’ll get to the point. Silence usually is defined as the absence of sound but I am not talking about that because that’s so easy, there is sound and there is no sound, you don’t need to think about that. There are no possible dimensions to this point. There will be no binary in understanding this technical silence but if the chips drop down to a silent man then there will be the need for literature. I do not intend to imply that people who aren’t connected with the literature of silence are totally out of the game but there is always room to know about anything, even ”The theory of everything” didn’t master everything, because at first it is hypothetical and second it only links together all aspects of the physical universe, leaving behind the metaphysical ones which are more complicated than anything to mankind. People hold doctorates in this advanced literate world but cannot deduce their emotions, they have been having throughout their life. The universe we imagine and dream to explore all of it one day is so vast that we couldn’t just confine the dream into ten lettered word “everything” but somehow the prefix ”theory of” multiplies the power of the word but not to that extent that it would cover much of what we dream. Silence is an ambiguous absence of signs or words or simply the absence of any signs of communication from an individual. If we give a raw look at the word and its possible expression then we would think that the person is sad or in intense anger that he refuses to speak or communicate but that may not be the case every time. It could be deeper than that.

 The speech has done enough damage to the world we know of. The speech has induced love in the two very unmeetable entities and sparked a war between the two who were in the proper peace, but the tale of silence is lost as the meaning of the word implies. What is lost doesn’t mean that it has ceased to exist, it is somewhere meandering in the clouds or the far of terrain when the winds will turn, it will revisit its place and then it will be our responsibility to make a firm grip on it. When we will get a fast hold on the meaning of the word we could further look into its anatomy. For instance, let us all assume that we all have a very firm grip on the word silence and then inspect the possibilities of its presence and what does it imply or what does it intend to display. In the beginning, I have said about the dimensions of the silence so let’s first stick our nose into that and smell how silence appears. The dimensions of silence depict the presence of the intention which are to be conveyed by the person or are to be withheld inside his deep introvert ocean of thoughts. An individual who is the epitome of silence might be not communicating because his terms are not met, he didn’t want to invest his energy in the vibe because he thinks that it would incur him unnecessary losses. The assessment might be based on unlikable situations he is facing or the evaluation of the result obtained in the previous attempts made to communicate in alike situation. The other aspects include the despair which might have enslaved the speech of the person. Despair would have been made the person forced to be chained under silence by their conscience. Anger which rarely inflicts silence but when it does it means that the person is elevated consciously or the person is creating a reservoir of anger inside him. In most cases, the latter one happens but if the former happens it tells much about the person. It depicts that the person is not flown by the winds but has its own set of beliefs and values. He depicts extreme intellectuality by showing silence in anger. To identify which is the root cause behind the silence there is a technology yet to be discovered. Silence often is a tool of sages and Sufis. We are often told that the sages and the Sufis lead their life away and alone but the question is for what? They know that silence is somewhere linked with peace and contentment. Physical silence triggers the internal vibration which is known to be heavenly and the affinity helps them attain peace. This silence of which I mentioned right now is very different from the one which just means the absence of sound or communication. It represents much more the inner side of a person than the visible outer reactions. Silence is a mystery when it is possessed by someone of greater rank. I do not wish to imply that the silence of a commoner is just easily interpretable and accessible and to see the extremities of the silence we need to find a sage or a Sufi. The intention behind mentioning them is to bring up an ideal example in front of you to understand the Conundrum of silence. It's been said and heard several times that the person with an ocean of knowledge is calm in speaking, he avoids all hurries to rush and choose silence. It is true in the case of the greatest listeners. To rejuvenate their insights and to gain potential knowledge one needs the tool of silence. It is not possible without this tool that anything significant could be achieved. The silence is a tool for the recipient of the knowledge and the propagator who imparts sense to their disciples. If we look closely, we will sense this as a boon, but the handling of silence needs to be carefully done by the individual. The silence, when required, should be put on a play but when required to break, one must proceed with full confidence. Silence isn’t something that could be ever put in some kind of binary but it should be used extensively where required and withdrawn and retreated accordingly. If we observe keenly silence is a puzzle but if we overlook, it’s just silence.

WHEN MANKIND WILL MEET THEIR CONSCIENCE

Representation of a man's conscience

There is a lot of debate and discussion about conscience in our spiritual writings but do we care about its true meaning. The mankind flourishing on the face of the Earth from thousands of years ago have devoured the resources here and constructed a great Kingdom with their grey matter. But do mankind is kin of their conscience? Humans are exploratory entities; they aren’t much used to stability. They are always like the mighty universal chaos. We talk about the wild as if our civilization has achieved a lot of things regarding submissiveness. We are the greatest wild and savages this ecosystem has ever witnessed. Mankind says itself the greatest creation of god but indeed we are the greatest chaotic destruction ever brought on this planet. Humans often consider dilemmas as their conscience speaking but there is a big thick line between both of them. A man or a woman always thinks that conscience is just their reasoning skills through which they are deconstructing the dilemmas of their lives. But this isn’t so, the dilemma is the presence of two possible options which appear before a person and he or she have to pick one up but the conscience is a human assist which helps him judge a situation or an option and make a decision. It needs to be properly differentiated. For instance, the dilemma is the situation where a person is presented with two possible option but both are anyway a bad idea despite the fact, he or she has to choose one. But conscience helps us judge an option or a decision we are thinking to make. It lets us evaluate the righteousness of the choice according to his or her moral code. Conscience is a recallable memory system that works in a way that when one gets trapped in a situation of judging his own decision the conscience recalls the value system of the man or the women on which it had been fed for years and the conscience answers accordingly.

 What to do when mankind is required to befriend their conscience?  They need to first question their quality of moral value system on which they have always been fed and made to work. Humans don’t get to know their conscience even after growing up because of the arbitrary pattern of the value system which is served in front of them since their infancy. But to make this possible the mankind needs to ask themselves the reason behind the ambiguity of the value system they are raised with. When we will breakdown the deficiency in the moral value system which eventually builds our conscience, we are going to find out the root causes of malpractices and malevolence in our society. Every deed was done in the past which have been presently identified as superstitious malpractices or the ones we are doing in the present and think them as righteous may turn out to be rotten in the future. It’s not that we have been discarding out the negativity in our moral system but we also have lost, lots of positive codes which we should have retained. To examine the lost system of values we need to find proper aspects of our moral value system that what needs to be retained and everything should be questioned critically to make the value system unsullied. The moral code of humans needs to be practical so that their conscience could pick those codes and help humans decide and differentiate between what is righteous and what is not. The practicality of the moral value system will help mankind to befriend their conscience and not tricked by his conscience. Probably every man has experienced once that their conscience has punctuated about their certain decision but from where we are standing today we could look at the whole mankind and experience what havoc humans have created without being interrupted by their conscience, From this place, it seems that man hasn’t ever met his conscience and doesn’t know how it feels like to have one and live with one. Well, we need to start things over to rectify the blunders we have committed and the losses incurred on us which made us suffer. Conscience is the tool that fills humans with humanity, every moral code or the value system is just a theoretical structure but the conscience is the one who plays the whole game along with us. It could vitally help our decisions but there is a condition that we should meet with our conscience in person and develop a kinship.

The alienation of the conscience to mankind had cost us profusely and we cannot afford to pay more. We need conscience as our ally and if we fail to do so history will repeat itself and there will be ugly consequences. The history which is full of mindless warfare, hate, crime, oppression, depression, riots are the product of anonymity of conscience to mankind. We talk about a lot of ourselves but fail to introspect our practices. The practice we have been carrying since ages, a practice that will surely lead us to doom.

When mankind will meet their conscience, He will surely ask where have they been, conscience will question that why should he take charge from today, what is the need for his appointment, The mankind will look open through their innocent eyes and answer through their cunning mind that they were in search of him. But conscience will tell them that he has been close to them since forever but they chose to act on their own without his assistance. Mankind will surely think he is trying to be the master and discard him once again and then be back in their originally artificial form which is derived by the outdated moral value system, and a theoretical conscience will be born again. The real conscience will again migrate to the darkest places with a lump of frustration and bluntness. The confluence of mankind and their conscience will once again be postponed the history will repeat itself because it always does until we act.

THE VARANASI NOSTALGIA

The dewy breeze with a mediocre pace laying hands on my face, bracing my soul made me realize the value of culture while I was sitting on the semi immersed stairs on Ganga Ghat. We planned for this trip two months ago and finally, we were sitting on the stone made stairs talking about the ambiance of the place. The old beauty dating back to 11 BC is known to be the spiritual capital of India is one of the centers for tourism. The 88 Ghats aligned to the holy river receive an enormous amount of pilgrims, visitors, and tourists. The Ghats of Ganga is the place where one meets peace and contentment. The place and the establishment seemed rustic but reflected another kind of late modernity. We walked through the Ghats moving across several stairs spotting foreigners happily gazing at us. The students who were probably locals grouped at the top of stairs, a girl imitating in front of them, maybe imitating their teacher and the group cracked into a burst of big laughter, the river galloped the sound and made it quiet and muffled. The place seemed to be alive as everything was in proper synergy. When we first arrived at The Harishchandra Ghat which also gains fame with the name Adi-Manikarnika Ghat, there were lots of fire blazes around, people were performing final rites. The fire burning the bodies heaved out so much of heat, as I crossed by, feeling the warmth of the fire on my face. Our group was headed towards Assi Ghat, which is the only Ghat left with clay banks. The Ghat looked right over there but we felt an ache in our legs when we reached. There was a huge Peepal tree at the corner of the cemented floor at the end of the Ghat. A tea seller holding his kettle in a bucket with his right hand and pile of paper cups in his left hands moving around selling tea. We sat near the tree looking forward trying to find out the origin of the river. It was almost half-past four and we were tired of the whole day's trip, we decided to buy ourselves the overpriced burgers selling nearby. We sat and ate and started chattering, we talked about our whole days trip and how everything was just fine and well. We talked for half an hour chuckling, giggling sitting on the cold stairs. After a good talk, we decided that we should head towards the Dasashwamedh Ghat were the Ganga Arti takes Place. It is considered as the main Ghat and a tale is told behind the name of Dashaswamedha Ghat that lord Brahma for performing Yajna’s sacrificed ten horses and the popular Ghat gained its name from there. We started walking forward. A boy who must have been around 16 chased us asking that if we needed a boat, we asked him why shall we take the boat? Where do we need to go? He explained that he will do rounds in the river and take us across the river from where we could spectate the lightings and beauty of Ghat and click pictures, after a short debate of five minutes we decided to take the boat. The boy moved the wood boat in the water and pulled it close to the shore so that all of us could hop in. we sat symmetrically on the boat as the boy told us that it would balance the boat and help him paddle properly. The boat moved in the water, the water current was steady and the boy paddled hard and moved the shafts with more power. We leaned out of the boat and dipped our hands in flowing water of Ganga, the water was cold and it felt good, as we came in the center of the river we could have the posterior look of the Ghat. The place seemed to look like the kingdom of Gods, it looked magnificent. We sublimed while feeling everything through our every sense. We started clicking pictures and the joy felt real. All the accumulated tiredness of the journey just went away. We were completely lost in happiness running in the white sands. Happy pictures and scenic beauty made us feel alive. We were wishing we could have stayed longer.

THE POISE BETWEEN SCIENCE AND ARTS.

Humans are merely constituent of flesh and blood filled with quest and curiosity. The very human core is his thought process and the more is the thought process the more human one becomes. The spark of thoughts in the human mind is scientifically the formation of neural bonds in the human cranium. When we look at the scenario of the origin of thoughts, the technical reasoning backs up the fact but when we try to unravel the mystery behind the idea of the superiority of thoughts in human life, we peep through the window to a whole new world which is the world of arts. The art in human life touches the human’s insights and provides them with an idea of contentment and peace. Humans find peace by converging their thought processes and turning them into real things in the world. The thought process which was technical and artistic in the human mind becomes alive by human efforts. Some sparks of the human mind which create thoughts are so much vast and wide that they bring contentment to human life through there mere emergence. These thoughts which constitute the whole human and worldly existence are the particles of god which brings a big balance between the science of life and the art of creation and existence.

Ever since mankind came into existence, humans have been fighting with forests, fighting with other life forms, fighting with soil, fighting with the skies. They have witnessed mighty failing, falling, and stumbling numbers of time but still the whole mankind never lost their hope because of their pure inner form which is made of quest and curiosity. Humans started setting up traditions and culture enslaved by their thought process which played an imminent role in the establishment of the human existence and continuing the legacy for thousands of years. The scientific discoveries incorporated human life and helped them to erect themselves as a self-surviving species. The artistic mindset made them develop on a mental level. The scientific intent made metal workers who looked like humans but artists created a real man with real emotions through his pen. The scientific metal worker talked like humans but the one created with the pen sat with us calmed us down talked their hearts out with us. Well, the importance of nickel cannot be underestimated or overlooked likewise the poise between science and arts shall fit together with peace.

Welcome Readers. This blog is all about the net of thoughts that I have weaved inside my head while growing up.