The Silent Spectator
Anyways... the fact of the matter is that at the moment, the sea of dust has calmed down. The JCB's are resting cuddled up in the blanket of this dark night, and the hundred pairs of hands are in their dreamland, carving aspirations of their uncertain future. And I am staring at the top right corner of my laptop which shows 12:15 AM. So all of you those who are, or have been in hostels, a hearty good evening to them. The same goes for all the students in their late teens, inseperable lovers and other nocturnal beings. To the others, sorry for disturbing your midnight sleep.
And what am I actually doing in this sleepy world? Well, one of the most favorite tasks of mine – doing nothing. Really... absolutely nothing. And believe me, this is one of the busiest things in this world. To think nothing at all. Just observe. Be a silent spectator to this silent world which ironically is bubbling with chaos and commotion. Don't believe me? Okay then...
Think of the security guard strolling around in the hostel. Eyes begging for sleep; mind cursing a moron whose constant stare doesn't let his eyelids come closer. But is he desperate for a sleep? Nah... Proof? A boy does up to him and asks, “Ki dada? Kemon cholchhe?” (What's up bro?) and there starts the conversation. Five minutes later, Indian politics becomes the hot topic on the table which a moment ago rested a dozing soul. That person is not really sleepy. He is starving. Starving for company... Battling against boredom in this chilly night.
Nights are subtle, shrewd, mysterious, lonely things. In its embrace lies only silence. But silence has a language of its own. It speaks. It speaks through fear – in the eyes of a girl trapped on a lonely road, trying to get back home. It speaks through tears – in the memory of a long lost love. It speaks through thoughts – in the focused vision of the visionary. It speaks through dreams – to achieve the un-achieved. It speaks through joy – of the ecstatic achievements of the day. It speaks through hopes – of a brighter tomorrow which we may just witness.
A night has a long silent story to tell. And you too can listen to it. All you have to do is be be silent and listen... All you have to be is the silent spectator.
Inspired by The Outsiders