While, it might seem to be a straight title and an obvious one, I am sitting at 1:00 AM in the night with my myriad thoughts, trying to jolt them and concretize.
I can fondly recall the nights of my hostel room in Ahmedabad, more than a year back. I used to sit for hours thinking, pondering over life, trying to see myself few years from then and of course that what I was currently. It used to be Saturday mostly (as it is today) when I would stretch deeper into the nights. A stare into the silence, distance sounds of insects and yet witnessing its liveliness and energy was revitaling, though enigmatic. Such ponderings did a great job to help reclaim myself, pull myself out of deep disdain and under-confidence. In those hours (which follows even today) I have been able to pour my heart out, speak to myself and weave poetry soothing to myself beyond the words and meter.
Night have a sense of calm about themselves, conveying deep (sometimes deafening) silence, stillness and telling me about the redundancy of over-thinking. They have come to become perfect timings for all the thoughts to gather and summarize them all. I can recall Nehru talking about his contemplations about night in his remarkable The Discovery of India while he spent years in prison. He beautifully renders and compares the waxing and waning of the moon with life. A time therefore to do my own bit of philosophy about life.
Such contemplations have silently told me to be okay with what it is and it will pass too. Nothing is bigger than my life. In times of distress they ask me questions whose answer are naturally within me. They vehemently ask me many questions, reminding me of times gone by. Weren't you the one to stand when no one did? Didn't you do away with your fear of speaking and singing before a crowd of hundreds? Didn't you stand for your own principles which you consider dear? And didn't you call yourself different from others? Won't you show a bit of courage again?
While I speak all this, I must not exonerate the night of its aloofness and loneliness. The dark side to it is quite associated with absence of light and flowing negativity. With its silence, stillness, there is a crude attached sense of being alone, stagnant and depression. Although its all a matter of perception.
As I close this post, may be its not too late in the night yet. I am contemplating to plan a better tomorrow, no matter how down I may go today with all my self-doubts and questions.
There is something enigmatic about night, there is something enigmatic about life.
(A photo I clicked at Brahmaputra, near Guwahati; sun about to set and spell of night about to begin)
I can fondly recall the nights of my hostel room in Ahmedabad, more than a year back. I used to sit for hours thinking, pondering over life, trying to see myself few years from then and of course that what I was currently. It used to be Saturday mostly (as it is today) when I would stretch deeper into the nights. A stare into the silence, distance sounds of insects and yet witnessing its liveliness and energy was revitaling, though enigmatic. Such ponderings did a great job to help reclaim myself, pull myself out of deep disdain and under-confidence. In those hours (which follows even today) I have been able to pour my heart out, speak to myself and weave poetry soothing to myself beyond the words and meter.
Night have a sense of calm about themselves, conveying deep (sometimes deafening) silence, stillness and telling me about the redundancy of over-thinking. They have come to become perfect timings for all the thoughts to gather and summarize them all. I can recall Nehru talking about his contemplations about night in his remarkable The Discovery of India while he spent years in prison. He beautifully renders and compares the waxing and waning of the moon with life. A time therefore to do my own bit of philosophy about life.
Such contemplations have silently told me to be okay with what it is and it will pass too. Nothing is bigger than my life. In times of distress they ask me questions whose answer are naturally within me. They vehemently ask me many questions, reminding me of times gone by. Weren't you the one to stand when no one did? Didn't you do away with your fear of speaking and singing before a crowd of hundreds? Didn't you stand for your own principles which you consider dear? And didn't you call yourself different from others? Won't you show a bit of courage again?
While I speak all this, I must not exonerate the night of its aloofness and loneliness. The dark side to it is quite associated with absence of light and flowing negativity. With its silence, stillness, there is a crude attached sense of being alone, stagnant and depression. Although its all a matter of perception.
As I close this post, may be its not too late in the night yet. I am contemplating to plan a better tomorrow, no matter how down I may go today with all my self-doubts and questions.
There is something enigmatic about night, there is something enigmatic about life.
