When everything around is hibernated, our mind is awakened to touch the countryside fields of utter silence. There we are with ourselves rising to every warm radiation coming from the sky to brighten the pulse of enthusiasm for the nutrition of the times ahead. How many times we have realized the true color of the dark curtain of our life which says show must go on and also says show must go on with ambience of equanimity. It is a black book of solitude, a night of my life. None can snatch away this from me. This is my greatest treasure trove.
Why the day and not the night has gained all the privileges of mortal life. Everyone is used to adapt their life as per the rigid schedule of natural sunlight. We as an organism are not growing food from the sunlight by photosynthesis. We as a pioneer of technological innovations have made it easier to transform the labyrinth of night in a legitimate luxurious liberty to sustain our everyday (?) livelihood. Apart from the question of energy consumption, we can make night in letter and spirit, a true companion for the quest of the goal which somehow is lost in the crazy rush of the day life.
Nisha i.e. Night, my dear friend, with whom every time I converse gives me a feeling that there is someone, something in my alone life that can understand my thoughts. It gives me a very close and affinitive relation to claim for which every time I can rely on to introspect, scold myself and sometimes to sincerely praise and cherish whatever adoring left in my little life. Sometimes when I was immensely grieved due to intolerable self criticism however unjustifying, I took refuge in the embrace of this night, with some droplets of pure emotions out of my eyes washing my sad face. Other times, when I was discovering the talisman of happiness in the occasionally encountered epiphanies and accidently surfaced serendipities, I am left with this night only to share that irresistible joy.
Every time night seems to me equally heartening sandalwood compensating my parting away with the daily quests, however small. Every other time the night seems to me an engulfing fire of imagination the flame of which heralds me towards citadel of creativity, deep reflection and some strength to provoke my capability to strive for true deserving outcome.
I was never so close to understand the subtle character and underlying currents of the beautiful anti-world of night. As there is parallel for matter and anti-matter, electron-positron, there is this pair of day-night. Deeply engaged with each other; different polarities; and still very much dependent on each another to signify the meaning of each other`s existence. We cannot claim to whom entirely all pervading spectrum of colors in the evening and morning sky belong to. We cannot validate whether where is the real demarcation between day and night; in the emergence of light & dark and in the disappearance of those. Even we cannot prove that night and day differ in thinking about how to be in the gripping, obsessive mind being away from the carefully analyzing the relation of self with the surroundings and about how to in free, wandering state of mad mind believing in randomness of action.
Life in the times of night may be solid indicator towards how much I achieve in day. It is a bond of war and peace. In the peace, we prepare for the war. So, in the silent prosperous moments of evening, night, mid-night, early dawn, dawn, early morning, and morning we are empowered to ponder over the day ahead. Night is a think tank of the day. Night is the power and warehouse of the days ahead. Squandering the nights is invitation to ruin the days. Unfortunately we never realized the true essence of the dark shades of our lives so as we stressed on bright borderlines of achievement. Night is fabulous composition of diverse possibilities beyond objective and certain probabilities of which we are afraid of due to vastly certain uncertainty embedded in it.
When we are away from the happenings, events, celebrations, cremations, gatherings we are only ‘we’ in this course of night, trying to be in sole symposium of self-engagement. Can we gamble on our other privileges to meet this jewel of the season? Can we embark on the discovery of endless virtues becoming explicit in the voyage of this dark passage? Can we consolidate the determination that we will never forgo the blessings given by night? Can we ever bargain with kind of freedom awarded during this solidarity with the invisible struggle for being alone at midnight? This freedom and these blessings are the epitome of our existence in our lives impoverished in terms of new ideas, novel perspectives and unique way in which we philosophize our pragmatic struggle in affairs of the world we breathe.
Night, of course may be very vague, haphazard and widely unstructured in its manifestation. But compared to the day it is this openness of the night possessing the ability to usher into meaningful out of nothing that is remarkable. This openness holds our attention leaving us in astonishment, shock to give the feel of path breaking phenomenon shaping the upcoming scenario. Why night is so unpredictable, so away from our senses of anticipation in its method of expression? May be it is our ignorance or lack of will power to make a friendship with the night, to imagine a life inside life i.e. life in a day and life in a night revolving around each other in concentric circles of thoughts and action.
Why we still are not able to narrate our life sketch in terms of what we will do in night against as always the foresights, plans and pathways of future only in terms of daylight life? May be we never respected other half of life, just like we never asked what really other half wants. We never organized, accommodated and assimilated the ‘voice of other half’ in the ‘vision of our life’. Other half is not the leftover of life, it is an equal signatory to the memorandum we have crafted about the projects we are going to build in this life. We have to ask what other half wants, otherwise hypocritically, shamelessly and unilaterally defining what other half wants will lead to underestimation, insult and subjugation of the values and institutions represented by other half, in this respect ‘night’.
The quiet journey of night is founding stone of the multitude facets of day life. The process of introspection starts in the dark shades of mind, expands in the stretch of extremely slow moving horizon of night and concludes in the decisions solidifying and witnessing the convergence of dawn and morning raga. How far we will avoid this heritage of night making us more humble and more able, more resourceful in our imagination to think and more enriched in our vigor to marshal the professional personification. Night, keeps giving us the keys to the universe of daily establishments. We have to be supremely loyal to this relation of ours with that of night.
The night is empowered light of the day. It is an enhanced insight about the visible world by engaging imagination about the unknown vistas of life which we can only visit in the realms of cool and less warm night. It is the channel of communication from self to others. It is a symbol of existence of our introvert personality trying to have a dialogue with the grave problems of our own and later those of beyond self. It is an award we have been cherishing since our birth, cooling our heads disturbed due to the unavoidable greed of the day life. Night has emerged out as an indisputable opinion leader across our walks of life. It is an endless companion, even after death.
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