G for Gracing the ‘Good’Night!
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Night descends with
tip-toeing severity in my city. The sounds of the day, the hush and the murmur,
the zinzulation of drilling machines perforating solid concrete, the hammering,
the noise of water pumps working assiduously, the noise of vehicles, are
conspicuous by their absence. One wonders where the activity has gone to,
perhaps after having enough of the day, it too has decided to hum a rhythm and
retreat to its nest. For a few short hours it will all be still. Even if you strain
your ears you cannot hear even an iota of the deafening noises of the day.
The seasons of the day
never fail to intrigue me even if I have spent enough ruminating hours over
them. Sometimes I think of them as a metaphor to our life: once a season expires,
you cannot bring it back until its natural cyclical life brings forth its
presence. The past is fast retreating; the present is an awesome mingling of
the bygone day and a future dawn. Think
of night as a cumulative of all your yester years and you standing under one
dark dome wondering if there remains a speck of the day in night’s awesome
quiet. There usually isn’t, the scenery undergoes a metamorphosis just like we
all do as we hop from one age-box to another.
Right now in the calm
complacency of night, the binary of the day strikes me as somebody who has been
greatly wronged. Since a time out of mind we’ve considered night as a child of
necromancy and evil; its darkness has forever signified wickedness. But come to
think of it, such a stereotype is erroneous and aims to detract from the
essential beauty of night all its grace. Society loves to typify and dwell on
stereotypes, but as a scripturient bent on understanding the world anew through
my writing, I propose to take the beauteous night not as an otherized
subaltern, but as a graceful beauty, one who is beautiful and complete and not un-good
or evil as we would like to believe it. Devoid of light doesn’t mean presence
of evil; can evil or ungoodness not lurk in daytime, I wonder. Of course, it
can, amidst the smile of charming people there dwells the smirk of evil.
So, on
this beautiful night, amid the absenting noise and under the star studded sky,
I aim to embrace the goodness of night and hope to be a person in my life who doesn’t
discriminate a person/ a season/ a weak opponent based on her apparently negative
physical attributes.
