Khamoshi | خاموشی

Last year I was at a gathering where the chatter across the room was reaching unsurmountable heights, primarily in terms of noise. I was straining my ears to try and comprehend at least some part of it, as expected I failed miserably.

When the room did go quiet (some Godsent silence cloak) I managed to whisper “ I think we don’t know how to listen, we listen only to…” and before I could finish my meagre sentence there was an uproar of “I knowwww riggghhttttt.” Instantly I adorned a smile and squirmed back into my social shell (which, by the way I have started carrying with me everywhere now).

Agree that there is much to say, and once said, we are instantly preparing responses to our own verdicts rather than waiting , breathing and just letting things be.

We often say things to receive a response, however the reception of that response is often pre-conceived, in our own fabrications and notions. The actual words never reach our ears, because long before, they have been robbed of their subtle element by the artillery called ‘impatience’ and what really does fall on our ear drum is just a beat that we chose to play.

But then how do we tune into our own broken strings if there is a perpetual hum drum on the outside?

Listening requires effort, because it is a mix of patience, non-judgement and complacency that we don’t have to respond if we don’t have anything substantial to say.  But the human ego only gets massaged when it is heard loud and clear, the need to be heard is always jumping leaps ahead than the patience to hear.

When we fail to listen to others’ patiently, we must realize that we are ignoring our own inner clankings as well. Perhaps our confusions want a solution, or maybe our body is sending a message or perhaps our emotions want an ear. Sometimes the emphatic denial of our inner voice makes our outwardly voice so strong that we are unable to listen to others and us!

Featured Photograph : Kotor, a quaint, picturesque little town in Montenegro