“Saying nothing sometimes says the most.”
Look around you, everyone is talking, either face to face or on the phone. You go to any restaurant and it will be noisy. In trains, buses, offices, streets, people are buzzing. Most of this talk is useless and a waste of time. Mostly gossiping, bragging, exaggerating, if ever people are silent, television, stereo, or radio would be filling the blanks. Notifications on our phones, our computers or other gadgets will be making noise. Even in the empty alleys we can hear the air conditioner, heating or exhaust fizzing. In short we live in noise.
There are three types of noise: one you hear through your ears and the second that exists in your mind. And that is the noise your conscience makes.
“Your noise is my silence.”
The third noise is that of your heart. That noise means you are alive.
Some hearts beat with the tunes of the universe and others beat with the rhythm of existence. When the tune of the universe, rhythm of time and your heart beat united, you become one with it all. That’s when you become spiritual.
“In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness - unearth the treasure of unity.”
Not all sounds are heard by the ears. Some soothe our souls, others cloud our intentions, more pollute our sleep. Such clamors are mostly soporific and sometimes sore.
It is the absence of devoutness and our over-ambitious chattel that throw us into the inferno of voracity. We need to look beyond this ravenous race of gain and grant! Just to spend a few moments with ourselves and look inward.
“Spirituality has nothing to do with the atmosphere you live in. It is about the atmosphere you created within yourself.”
In the fast lane on the highway of life, we want to cross them all. At the office we try to outperform all of our colleagues. On the golf course we try to birdie every hole. The desire of being on the top lives in all of us. The size of the wish list itself produces a considerable noise. Noise of dreams, nightmares and reveries is another chapter in the anecdote of noise.
In the universe that was made out of nothing, noise is the proof of existence. In the stillness of death, the noise of breath is a reference to life.
Haider Ali Atish a legendary poet in Urdu,
“بڑا شور سُنتے تھے پہلو میں دل کا
جو چیرا تو اک قطرہِ خوں نہ نکلا”
“My heart made a lot of noise while in my chest, there was not even a drop of blood in there upon opening.”
Sound, the basic ingredient of noise, is not always unpleasant. Mostly it represents greetings, joy, hilariousness, like in concerts and gospels. Let’s arrange a party, a seance, or a karaoke.
Let’s make noise that our hearts stir. Noise is not what you make; noise is what you are. May be the most noisy fellows across universes.
“Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and begin the noise.”
Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, Photographer, Rebel.
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