Is it a strange coincidence or a conscious design of human mind that the word “listen” and “silent” have the same letters, how do we answer this harmony of these two words and it’s mutual connotation…
I keep tweeting throughout the day and the night but have forgotten to hear the tweets of bird in the morning & in the evening, I keep hearing the latest music but have forgotten to listen to the music of leaves generated by the flow of the mild breeze, now I wake up to the sounds of vehicles not to the chirping silence of birds, I am now conditioned to the loud sound of high-powered cars and bikes zooming past me not able to connect to the loud roaring sounds of lions and tigers in the distant jungle.
HORSEPOWER matters but not the HORSES…the classic irony of our life and our living with nature.
We are disconnected with the nature…
We are missing the kiss of nature…
I was walking through the midst of nature, it was a leisure walk and I could loudly hear the sound of whispering…it was a paradox, how can I loudly hear the whisper. Yes, it was strange. And someone was really aggrieved and was agonizingly questioning me for something, I wasn’t able to decipher the decibel, inspite of the deafening silence of the nature.
It was puzzling. It was agonizing. And it was eternally extending. I was not at all comfortable being in such inexplicable situation. I had been in many such weird situations earlier but there was something very strange about this current situation. Just not able to decode though I have walked many times in the same path, in the same place and in the same time….I was not able to spot the change, why such uncanny feeling, what has going wrong?
I checked up, the weather was fine but I was not fine the way things were turning up…how come I am not able to see the change though I am feeling it…and it was an irrepressible feeling. When we are in solitude or in silence we keep hearing our inner voice, it keeps asking us questions, it keep questioning our conscious…on things we have done and on things we are planning to do. Is it right to do this way or was it correct to have done that way?
These inner voices of ours are profoundly powerful and we invariably falter to stand its scrutiny. Here there was a voice but this time it wasn’t the internal voice but at the same it was not the external voice that I am familiar with and have been hearing, it was something different…in fact, totally different.
It was an archetypal game of spot the difference with two same image, with some missing links in one and I was exactly in such a situation, and it was not a child’s play in spotting the difference, it was indeed a serious matter, something fundamentally different and I was absolutely clueless. I completed the walk with the nagging question strong on my mind…what was that voice that I was hearing but not able to read it nor able to discover the source.
Mind was frantically restless and it had awfully stirred my soul, I had mindlessly gone into a soul-searching mode…not knowing what to do and where to go, I was with nature and I cannot be at any better place to go for self-discovery and for soul-searching. It is the only place I knew if I am lost, nature will find me and nurture me…how can by going away from nature I will be able to find an answer to the reflective questions that has hit me, and hit me very hard for the first time though I was walking in unconditional solitude in the perfect serenity of nature…it was the genesis of the story “voice of nature”…
I was provoked, I was inspired, I was determined and I decide this is it, it is my turn to do my bit however small it may be and whatever form I am able do so…I thought why not a story and story has been for ages been the best form to communicate and connect.
“Story telling is the best form of communication – It triggers imagination, stimulates inspiration and creates an impression.”
In the name of DEVELOPMENT, we have invaded the nature and are forcefully reversing the natural process of nature managing human kind to human managing nature…how unkind mankind be when man exists because nature exists.
We are missing the voice of nature…
We are missing kissing the beauty of nature…
It is time to lend our ears to the voice of nature.
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