Diary - Where do we go now?

The large gaps between my blog posts don't denote busy periods or lack of creative stimuli or any extra-terrestrial excuse. If at all, they denote my inability to sit patiently spending some time over one thought or one shred that manifests itself into a well defined or a meaningful post. Things usually come to me in a collage, as various interlinked threads which lead me away from each other, towards nothingness of confusion and fatigued surrender. The last thing that I want this blog to be is a self-heal session in front of an audience of select few handpicked to bear this agony. But then, it is perhaps equally important for all of us to keep asking this question from our selves - "Where do we go now?" And the future is upto a large extent a path-function of the past, give or take a variable or two. Hence in order to answer that question we will perhaps need to ask - "Where have we come from?" Here is an attempt to answer these two questions & solve the mystery of multiple threads:

1. We have come from noise, a lot of noise. The noise that is created by hundreds of people around us who keep talking. The noise that is nurtured by social and cultural customs which try forcing us into blindly becoming a part of it. The noise that is enforced by the systems in place (most of all, the education system) as we grow up to accept it. The noise that is aggravated by our own failure to segregate the wheat from the chaff.
So where do we go from here? A natural response would be - towards silence! This is the response that has created Buddhas out of Siddharth and Vivekanands out of Narendra. My response would be - towards meaningful sounds! Let us keep looking for impatient, dissident people around us and let us keep trying to knock the machine at right places so that the noise subsides.

2. We have come from silences, eerie silences. The silence that is created by wind-chimes "who" have forgotten to greet the fresh whiff of breeze. The silence that is created by green leaves "who" have forgot to rustle mysteriously in the depths of night. The silence that is created by butterflies who have lost their sense of colour and their perception of flowers.
So where do we go from here? We perhaps need to ruffle some feathers. Let us start with ourselves. Let us be more observant and let us observe things more "our way".

The answers to both the questions converge - at meaningful sounds, at music! Now lest I lose the brevity that is the call of the hour I need to stop. Let us keep thinking!