An Earth hour a day
Yesterday,
all of us had returned from office by around 8 at night. By 9 o clock,
the power in our apartment was gone. Being in Chennai, there is nothing
romantic about a power cut, whatever time of the day it is, thanks to the
weather! Still, we were hopeful that the power will be back soon.
We started talking. The conversation took many detours and went down the long winding lane of memories. We realized that we were drowned in silence when the power was there. The only sounds which were making our presence felt in the room were the pings emanating from our cell phones.
We started talking. The conversation took many detours and went down the long winding lane of memories. We realized that we were drowned in silence when the power was there. The only sounds which were making our presence felt in the room were the pings emanating from our cell phones.
I
remember the power cuts which used to be a routine when we were in school. This
is the time when the candles of the house come out from hiding. The elders in the family will seek
solace in the handmade-newspaper fans and we, the children used to huddle around
the candles. This is when wax creativity attained new heights at times, putting
even Madame Tussauds to shame. Another art form which originates during the
power cuts are the shadow wars. We make all sorts of shadows manipulating the
light which the candle spreads on the walls.
But
what I really miss is the little conversations which used to shine through like stars on a cloudy night. Usually, the conversations begin within the age groups. The elders in
the family will discuss their own woes of life while the younger ones
indulge in things which matter to them. Slowly, the conversation cuts across ages
and moves in to certain aspects which all of us were interested in.
I remember one of my uncles using those dark half hours to tell us stories of his difficult childhood. Once we asked him as to why he always chose power cuts to tell us such stories. He said “ Because, darkness provides the comfort of not worrying about what one’s eyes look like when one remembers the tougher times of life. It also gives one the courage which comes from not having to look another in their eyes while speaking” We did not understand what he meant back then. Now we do.
I remember one of my uncles using those dark half hours to tell us stories of his difficult childhood. Once we asked him as to why he always chose power cuts to tell us such stories. He said “ Because, darkness provides the comfort of not worrying about what one’s eyes look like when one remembers the tougher times of life. It also gives one the courage which comes from not having to look another in their eyes while speaking” We did not understand what he meant back then. Now we do.
I
think we all should celebrate Earth hour every day where we sit disconnected
from all the wired extensions which have begun to dominate our lives in more
ways than one. Undoubtedly, all the gadgets we have today help us to get in
touch with people separated from us both by distance and by time; but many a time,
at the cost of being disconnected from people sitting right next to us. These
days, we don’t look at people’s eyes when we talk to them. Instead, we stare at
a 5” screen!
When
we indulge ourselves in such Earth hours, there will be times when all that
engulfs us might be darkness. There will be long moments which will be drowned in
silence. But it is such moments of darkness which will help us discover the
twinkle in our loved ones’ eyes.
How true!
ReplyDeleteHow true!
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