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junenandy
June N
India

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Battling with Noise.

I must say that 'Silence' is the most endangered phenomena today. Wherever I turn to, I see the Culture of Noise, Politics of Noise, Philosophy of Noise, trading of Noise and an Environment of Noise.

My close friends, my office pals keep nudging me about my newly acquired ornament and my growing addiction to it. Yes, my ear plugs. While travelling, while commuting, while taking lunch in the Office Canteen or while shopping, this ear plug has become my constant companion these days. Attached to my i-pod, I just submerge myself completely into Piano or Sitar while multi tasking except ofcourse working.

Yet, there's no escape from the ringing of telephones, honking of cars, FM blaring from the buses and autos, screechings of tyres at the dead of night, shrill of the overhead jets, hooting of the ambulances, Gossips, meaningless ramblings, TVs, even sometimes the hissing of ACs. Seems I was cursed to brook all these and yet act sane.

I decided it was time for me to reorient my affective faculties. How I wished I was a Shepherd's wife. Or better still a She - shepherd. Would've lazed around in the meadows with my books and let the sheeps wander around. I wonder, I wonder, why David and Christ and Krishna were all shepherds. Yeah, why not? why not a shepherd? That'd be an interesting vocation. I really must give a serious thought on this.

Oh!How I wish I could walk through all these walls of noises that surrounds me. How I wish I could slip through this perilous cacophonies. Is there no end to this incongruous dissonance? Why do silence elude me?

And when I think that atlast I've had enough of this deafening din and shut myself up from all these clamour at the end of the day in my own private space, my stubborn Memories come stealthing to my mind and start their ungrudging merriment with Yes again the quiet sound proof noise that bypasses my hearing and penetrates into my soul. I guess, no use fighting with these vociferations. Seems my only remaining recourse is to make peace with noise.

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junenandy Comment by: junenandy - 2008-03-24 20:28
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Dakota'

I wish I could also be there in that little island where Silence rules.You know I've decided that someday I'll open a tea shack in the Himalayas. Do visit me there.. :)

Thanks for the wonderful words.

June.
Dakota Comment by: Dakota - 2008-03-24 04:44
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The crashing of substance - the world machine grinding away with all it's little microbes banging and clanging to be noticed - or to mine. Mining for treasure - tearing out the guts of mother earth to adorn what is already so beautiful... You raise issues with your words that stir me.
What you unearth here, in this work, is so true. It is a curse for those who live in cities and towns. I think it is because so much of what humanity does is coarse - we do not care to tread quietly. We could be a race that refines - but we would rather bang and crash. If we cared - we would not use the exploding combustion engine - but would adopt the hydrogen or compressed air vehicle.
If our feelings were finer - our world construction would be too...
I live on a little island - so quiet you can hear the tiny ringing bells of silence... Bliss.
junenandy Comment by: junenandy - 2008-03-11 05:57
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Thanks Debbie,

Same here with me, when I read your poetries. I guess, the geographical boundaries seems so inane when two people connect to each other.

Thanks my friend.
droxy Comment by: droxy - 2008-03-11 05:51
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You seem to have captured my own thoughts with this piece June. I have often wondered how to escape the noise myself and you have described it beautifully.
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