Listening beyond...,

And… before I could understand it was a war already. A thousand drums or a bazooka firing up inside my mind was hard to identify, though the amount of sound was still the same. Funny as it may seem but one thing I realized recently is there is no such thing as noise, its all about which sound your ears choose to notice. If you thought your mind was the one who drove that decision then its kinda doubtful coz its more of your feelings that command that platoon of nerves. "That wasn’t annoying at all" is what is said to myself with half tea spoon of surprise. No! it was not a credit card loan offer call but it was the sound my bed makes every time I shifted around to give my back a little space to exhale the "Straightening-vacuum". Suddenly this sound was not noise anymore… it was now like a bundle of little ant-like tap dancers having their annual parade and these little guys were giving their best performance. Still moving around and now more for the musical and not the back I was struck by the question to which I started searching an answer for….

Do we really listen to what we should … or what we want to?

The war was still on and the question just dropped in like an Atom bomb , luckily there is lotsa empty space inside my head to take the blow :-). I felt like I was behind the Enemy lines (no I wasn’t feeling like I was Owen Wilson) but yes I was hard not to think about it coz with every turn I took on the bed the tap tap dancers reminded me of it.
One good thing about late nights (besides parties) is the silence around which feels just like a shot of tequila just the difference is, it gets you high on peace. It gets a little hard to go back to bed if in case you are up once and you walk to your balcony in the middle of the night and yes that’s were you find the answer to your questions too. How do I know this… well coz I found mine!

Gazing into the sky with stars shinning bright enough to take over the street lights I realized that I have been listening to myself for a while now and I haven't even spoken a word. No sound of words yet somehow my ears were transmitting sentences, I can understand how the first discovery/invention if wireless techno would have made the common person react…. HOW!!!!!!!

And came the answer to me like a feeling of stupidity that you get when you find the find keys right in your pocket when you have already messed up your room looking for them. It was just the same, I guess I knew it all along… it was fairly simple rule that our body has… against any convention of good or bad… right or wrong… its just a simple rule…

You don’t listen to what you hear… you listen to what you tell your ears.

It was not the old plywood in my bed making the tap shoes dancers come to life in my room, it was me telling my ears to feel them. I guess that’s how life has always been … it was always what I "thought" was what made me listen and not the sound… I just wish we never miss the sound of our own thoughts coz they always know what's right… Always… if you can listen to yourself … please do coz no one else can tell you better than the real you....Listen Beyond.

With the scattered conventions that I always keep throwing away it was now time for me to head back to the grand finale of the dance performance… before my eyes could drop the curtain to end it all!!!