I strive for an hour of silence every day. It has become an essential need like air and water for me for a mindful and conscious existence amidst a world full of noise. The constant noise from the surroundings and electronic gadgets perturbs my concentration and my time for reflection. As a result, I often spend days without writing a single sentence and this inability to write hinders my inner peace. When it happens I simply pack my bag and get lost somewhere in search of silence.
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Sometimes the concatenation of time, place, the surroundings, the people around and experiences results in unsolved contradictions when compared with our expectations. Our minds start to delve in a veritable labyrinth of despair. I am cognizant of the fact that these contradictions are passing ripples which fade away with time. Perhaps perseverance could be our greatest asset and patience could be the lovely antidote to our restless minds. When I come across such situations, the quest for tranquility becomes the need of the hour. The best resort to retreat is nature undoubtedly.
While I was going through different works of so many Nobel peace prize winners inside the Nobel Peace Center in Oslo, Norway, I was astonished.In 1958, H.F.Harlow, an American psychologist showed in his experiment that a monkey preferred the warm touch of a covered wire-frame more than nutrition. A comforting surrogate cloth mother and a nurturing surrogate wire mother were created by placing a light bulb behind the cloth mother and attaching a bottle with milk to the wire mother.
I believe dance is a hidden language of the soul. When word fails, music, song and dance fulfills the silence. In this era where our brain consumes loads of information on various subjects, we rely on our primitive art forms to relax our mind.
It was a quiet holiday morning in a small town surrounded by lush green mountains on one side and a beautiful lake on the other. I was taking a stroll through the bending roads. The calmness of the road was occasionally broken by the sound of chirping birds. It was not chilling cold, but I had to put on a light jacket. The cloud covered sky was waiting for the raindrops.The brightly colored triangular shaped houses were enhancing the charm.
The rain was pouring incessantly on the sweet Saturday evening while I was inside the beautiful auditorium of the San Francisco Ballet and was reveling in the flow of music, dance, and drama. The on-stage ballet was a welcome break from the constant presence of screens in our lives. Dancers, musicians, background stage sceneries and a spirited audience transported me to a world of chivalry; a world of adventure; the world of Don Quixote. The refreshing cadence of this ballet rekindled a memory and my mind traversed back to Madrid’s Plaza de Espana, which I visited a couple of years ago in Spain. The plaza features a stone sculpture of the author
Miguel de Cervantes and two famous characters of his novel – Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.
If I could I would divide the rest of the leisure days of my life in two ways. On some days, I would like to roam freely in wide and open spaces in nature – sea, mountains, meadows, forests, deserts and on some days I would rather confine myself in a cozy room and contemplate. Recently during my trip to Blowing Rock, a beautiful mountain village on the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina, my days were exactly the way I would like them to be.