Wednesday, November 03, 2010
The Lost Memorandum
Ohh...wow...It's been three years I haven't put anything in my blog. When somehow I am able to log in to this account today and found date of my last post is mentioned as November 2007. I am not a writer material but do love to write down or copy up some crap whenever possible. I was not a frequent blogger even during days of my last post but when I used to log in to this account I usually thought or found something beforehand and want to post it over here. This time when I am able to remember I do had Blogger account I thought of a different story and came to write that up. Alas! after seeing this gap I started writing this post without any predefined thoughts like in all of my previous posts.
This time lapse between my two posts definitely keep me wondering how time flown so fast. There are so many interesting and not so interesting things happened between these two posts. How life changed and also felt it actually does not changed at all. I can feel or touch every memorable moments at the blink of my eyes but in the next moment do realize you can only recollect those moments but you can never feel or touch them.
All Cris cross of thoughts about the time that past in these three years is bubbling inside my mind. It's a human tendency to flip back to time and compare between the time when we found some memorandum from past. This behavior does proved me as Human although I never had any doubt about that. All of my behaviours since my birth are kind of normal human being. Yes, my behaviour did varied some days from below average to above average but never reached the negative or inhuman mark. Hope I will never touched that mark in future but this post is not about humanity its about uncertainty we face for the future and when it change to past it becomes so certain. This post is also about how me as human love to and excite about time frames.
Time frames? yes, when we nurture in past we remember or rather love to remember incidents by time frames like How was the time when we are in High School or College or in Previous company etc. All memories good or bad have time frames.When you recall then memory time frames may be smaller or larger based on your mood and situations but you will not able to mix those time frames. Like you can not mix up your childhood memories and college memories because when you are in your childhood you can't be in college. In other words life as memory is like a Sequential tape backup which is stored in Random Access Memory(RAM). Where as this is not feasible in actual computer scenarios which is consider closest and sometime powerful than human mind. Also, unlike actual computer RAM this does not switch off when you switch off (Sleep) at day or night. This RAM will only reset or flush out all memories when you will permanently switched off (RAM RAM satya hai). I have seen in movies some people do carry over those backups in RAM to next birth too (May be some bug in RAM) but lets not talk about this now. The backup and restore in memory varies from person to person like for me the last memory I had is of when I was 3 Years old. So even if someone shows my own photograph from Zero years till last memory days I am not able to recognize myself and thought it might be my brother's photograph or anyone else. I do wonder what will happen when I will go old do I still able to remember as my last memory was up to 3 years old. The memory backup will definitely going to put lot of things what so ever happens in future. Till what point I will able to restore at that time will be the only concern. It's good that finally I had written this blog not for you as a Reader but for me as Writer because in any case if I can read in my old age then I will able to know that in November 2010 my last memory restore was till 3 years of age.
As I mentioned earlier I love to write crap so hope will not write my next post after another three years gap else it will be unjustifiable to peoples who love to read crap (wink and/or smiley).
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