There is no silence

There is no silence.
Not when you hold your lover’s hands and look into her eyes, for these are moments when you can hear your heartbeat distinctly.
Not when you are trekking on a mountain and there is no one around with music blaring from some Bluetooth speaker because you can still hear a distant waterfall or the rustle of leaves or strange noises that you hear only in forests.
Not when you are sitting in front of your laptop and waiting for an idea to strike because long cold sighs punctuate noisily between restless shuffling of your feet.
Not in cities where the roads are forever busy even though no one seems to be reaching anywhere.
Not in villages where hunger pangs and groans of yet another day of hope getting smashed against greed waits.
Not in dreams that may not have colour and coherence but come unfailingly loaded with nagging desires and wishes.
Not even in death because the wailing miseries of friends stay on to haunt you in the after-life.
There is no silence.

And yet we remain speechless, tongue-tied, and unable to give truth a voice when the time for it comes. Time begs us to speak pointing towards all the injustices being done all over and we remain mute.
We read, we listen, we see and even though we know and understand the way things have happened, we choose not to speak out.
We allow the wrongs done to come and hack our peaceful reality into pieces and we look at all the disconsolate shreds of our existence and quietly endure.
We choose to live in the cacophonic world of prejudices inside a cocoon not wishing our wretchedness to go out and find a voice.
And so I say again that there is no silence.

Look around and you will see vast multitudes of humanity embracing sound and noise without realizing that they need to harness their voice to create an impact that will usher in change.
Thoughts idly stare at nations being reduced to rubble without attempting to grab words that remain slumbering all over.
Words need to be with all the right words to say what needs to be said.
Thoughts and words need to come together to say what has remained unsaid for eons.
But I have seen thoughts and words painstakingly put everything into perspective and then succumbing to the temptation of pretending to be dumb, an easy way out.
To say is a daunting task.
So yes, they say nothing.
This means there is actually no silence.

We were not created to remain silent. We have praised the Gods and loudly proclaimed that we are mortals and always willing to serve the immortals.
We kowtow and let the powerful know how much we admire the ones who put fear into our hearts.
We lie prostrate and mumble our allegiance to every unholy deed that was ever conceptualized.
We sanction every sort of mayhem that anyone dares to mobilise.
We disagree and yet nod our heads in agreement.
We have a voice and yet we choose to neglect it.
We know that there is no silence.
And there is no silence.

Yet we believe that we are smarter than silence and, therefore, neglect it, though we say nothing at all. Ever.
Our brand of silence communicates well and tells the tyrants that all is well with whatever strategic and tactical stock of insolence they have in their possession.
Our silence is infective and we happily either transmit it to others or accept doses of it. This kind of silence spreads like an epidemic.
We are silently sick and we assume that all is well with the world.
Even when homes in the neighbourhood crash and disappear we think it is normal and that it is just some more space created for something good.
We smile silently. Smiling silently remains perfectly fine until the explosion that shatters our ear-drums. This is when we understand the true meaning of silence and shout and scream but ironically, they go unheard even by us.
Silence finally besieges us.

Even this doesn’t matter because the truth is that there is no silence. Yes, even when we are surrounded by insurmountable walls that impose silence.
We must know that even if a sound tries to hop and cross an obstacle and fails, it is a voice that has the power to push it to wherever it has decided to reach.
So find your voice.
Let your voice rise above sounds and noises of helplessness, entreaties, commands, threats, and even the silence of fear.
Believe that voices change everything, yet nothing in a way because after all, there is no silence.
I know this is going to happen. Soon.

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Arvind Passey
04 September 2018