Ere slumber chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the Light,
Of Other days around me.
The joy, the tears of boyhood years,
The words of love then spoken,
The eyes that shone,
Now dimmed and gone
The cheerful hearts now broken;
I seem like one; who treads alone
In some banquet hall deserted;
Whose light are fled; whose garlands dead
And all but he departed.
-“The Light of Other Days”-Thomas Hardy
Laughter is the best medicine, but is Silence the greatest healer? When everything comes to an end, when a mysterious loom spreads over the entire momentum of your life, when “the lights are fled” and “the garlands dead”, are you all alone; only Silence giving you company till the grand finale of your life’s sojourn? Life’s atrocities, coupled by your fair share of brickbats and defeats, the ever ensuing urge to keep up to your dreams of success, and all its confusions, does make you numb and ‘silent’ sometimes. The underlying question is, does it heal? Does it make life any better, any less than that it already is? Silence, undoubtedly, is the greatest cure when confronting people with illogical ideas, irrational ways of behaviour and ever burning rage against all the malfunctioning systems of life. Silence, calm and composed, is the undisputed medicine in all such raving diseases.
The healing powers of Silence are challenged in a gamut of different situations. Is it silence that a rape victim will resort to, when uncouthly robbed of her life’s dignity and joy, and wait for it to ‘heal’? Is it the same silence that an underprivileged boy will maintain, when his more affluent and powerful competitors rob him of a chance of employment, by their own power-play? Silence is the potion of a spurned lover who can move out with dignity; it’s surely not an option in the afore-said scenarios. “Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone”. Let me embellish this well known phrase by adding, “Be silent and you are silent alone”. There are times to stay silent and there are other times to speak out, to challenge and rebel against injustice. If the soldiers were in a state of mournful shock, the Sepoy Mutiny would have never happened, hadn’t they rebelled against their religious beliefs.
Raising they decibel is not a solution, but raising it with proper content, proper ambition and a proper goal to achieve, is. Let silence heal, but let it also heal our wounded pride and our lost glories so that we can stand out as winners in the rat-race of our lives.
Creative writing competion at office;did'nt win anything :(