Like for some inexplicable reason right now, I remember how shoddily I had sewn hooks onto a very pretty frock that my mom has made for me, back in 10Th standard.(I guess then it should ideally be called a dress to spare my adolescent sensibilities!) Although nice polka dotted thingy, there was nothing about the incident that's worthy of being a part of my memory. Granted that it can be fodder for a psychoanalysis exercise but for the untrained mind, it does not uncover any new insights (Ulrich anyone?! this happens to be the vocabulary of my ex-boss, I had no idea how deeply ingrained some things become, another point in case.)
Another thing that comes or springs to mind is how I karate chopped at my sister's feet while she was leaning against the wall. This caused her to land in a tom-and-jerryish-unceremonious-heap along with some scrapes and bruises. Of course while I was planning in my head, the bruising part had not been covered and was unintentional. The whole thing was supposed to be funny. This again is not one of a kind of an episode. have done much worse and more thoughtless things and this has not scarred me or my sister (literally or figuratively) or our relationship. Nor has it been particularly enlightening or learning an experience. Then what makes it so special?
In both these instances I can clearly remember where we were, what we were doing. These scenes flashing playing in our very own bollywood mode! Shot with amazing clarity and replayed right on cue. Only in this case I don't know what the cue is or was?! Of course at some other point in time, another incident will resurface and play itself out. So my question is why do we spend so much energy in keeping these trivial details locked in our synapses? and energy we do spend (at least physiologically speaking) in first storing and then retrieving these memories.
Literary I guess this is what makes a life, isn't it? A zillion and gazillion small details that come to us on a busy day with long incubation times in between when u are staring into the screen for a line to blip up and down. (ya, not on a sunny afternoon as you gaze into the blue yonder!)
So if I were to have a bluffmaster-boman-irani-moment thrust upon me, then I will have to revert that "30 days are not enough for me boss"!cos apparently I have a lot of memories that make my life lived and I want as much of those inconsequential and unimportant moments peppered with some learning and enlightening moments. As much as I can grab with both my hands and anything else that I can manage! ;)
