Now that I have decided to write this let me start it with one of my most early lessons - There are five senses prevailing in the human bodies, touch, taste, smell, hear and see.
These are the five attributes Mr. Bill Gates, me, and most of you share even though we might be quite apart. But then again, there is one question I would like to ask the biologist who had fished out this theory, how would you define silence ?
I have been witness to situations where despite of being fully equipped with the five major senses, the mortal one had to let silence take over. The moment when my little sister has asked me, if my parents were married in 1987, how come I was born in 1989, where was I during 1988, I found out how at times silence comes in handy. I am hoping my next generation would be smart enough to come up with an answer.
I could touch silence, the day when I saw my uncle, decorated with flowers, sleeping with utmost pleasure (or so it seemed) being driven away. There was chaos everywhere, from the sound of some familiar voice sobbing, to the smell of the incense sticks, and some unknown voices calling out to god, nobody looked tired. I stood there in the middle of the sounds and felt silence embracing me.
I tasted silence, while my second girlfriend raved on about how bad a kisser I was. Mindless slobbering of tongues did amuse me for a while, but after that I could taste nothing else but silence on my lips, and it tasted silently weird.
I smelt silence on the roads of Sikkim early in the morning, when the only notable thing around me was the dark pine forest. As the snows of Kanchenjunga took a pale yellow color and pines around me looked up to the blue infinity, I could feel the smell of silence that gave itself away to every visitor in the hills, amidst the shades of pine, every morning when the snows turned pale.
I heard silence when sitting in the wooden deck of a forest bunglaw, I succumbed to the charm of whisky and heard the forest enjoy their deep slumber. The wind did not bother to rustle the leaves and the cricket flies didn't bother to call out. In the dark beauty of a no moon night, the forest of Dooars pulled my ears to the sounds of silence.
And of course, I saw silence on the faces of my parents every time my results came out, on the face of all those who had been bribed by me to read what I wrote, and in your apathy my dear readers (if you have retained your patience till this).
These are the five attributes Mr. Bill Gates, me, and most of you share even though we might be quite apart. But then again, there is one question I would like to ask the biologist who had fished out this theory, how would you define silence ?
I have been witness to situations where despite of being fully equipped with the five major senses, the mortal one had to let silence take over. The moment when my little sister has asked me, if my parents were married in 1987, how come I was born in 1989, where was I during 1988, I found out how at times silence comes in handy. I am hoping my next generation would be smart enough to come up with an answer.
I could touch silence, the day when I saw my uncle, decorated with flowers, sleeping with utmost pleasure (or so it seemed) being driven away. There was chaos everywhere, from the sound of some familiar voice sobbing, to the smell of the incense sticks, and some unknown voices calling out to god, nobody looked tired. I stood there in the middle of the sounds and felt silence embracing me.
I tasted silence, while my second girlfriend raved on about how bad a kisser I was. Mindless slobbering of tongues did amuse me for a while, but after that I could taste nothing else but silence on my lips, and it tasted silently weird.
I smelt silence on the roads of Sikkim early in the morning, when the only notable thing around me was the dark pine forest. As the snows of Kanchenjunga took a pale yellow color and pines around me looked up to the blue infinity, I could feel the smell of silence that gave itself away to every visitor in the hills, amidst the shades of pine, every morning when the snows turned pale.
I heard silence when sitting in the wooden deck of a forest bunglaw, I succumbed to the charm of whisky and heard the forest enjoy their deep slumber. The wind did not bother to rustle the leaves and the cricket flies didn't bother to call out. In the dark beauty of a no moon night, the forest of Dooars pulled my ears to the sounds of silence.
And of course, I saw silence on the faces of my parents every time my results came out, on the face of all those who had been bribed by me to read what I wrote, and in your apathy my dear readers (if you have retained your patience till this).
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