Down the memory lanes…


Photo by Manuel Meurisse on Unsplash

All of a sudden, her smile disappeared and there was grim on her face as if some bitter memory passed through her mind. A memory that was once all she needed, a time where she wanted to stay till eternity, a moment that she once wished should never cease to stay, that moment as if today crossed paths with her and they both looked away as strangers… She sighed and muttered, “I wish I could go back and erase some memories as if they never had happened…”

I asked her, “Why?”

She, looking away into the distant sky, replied: “Because every time I remember something about it, I hate something about myself or about him and it affects me more, it is like a vicious cycle of hating oneself and I don’t want that to happen…” She stopped as if words ran out of her mouth to express the emotional turbulence she had felt while explaining.

I told her, “Go back to the memory lanes, the solution to your pain lies there…”

Amazed at my reply, she asked a bit rudely “Is it that easy to go back?” Again looking at the far away light source…

I sit in front of her, again brought back the conversation and said ” It is never nor it could ever be easy to go back to the places in mind that store memories that hurt us today but it is only there that we can question things, shout out our complains, cry and finally ask ourselves what are the good things I learned in those once dear moments … what are those traits of a better me existing in me today that I learned in those days … and finally relabeling those memories as just that quality giving experience which you are going to keep with you until your last breath… “

This time she was listening.

After a long pause, she asked, “You’ve never lived with such a truth in your life, otherwise you would have known the pain of it…”

“If I wouldn’t have… I could never have advised someone over it  …” I replied with a smile.

“So how many labels till now from those notorious lanes?” She smiled and then we both laughed…

“Patience, Perseverance and not giving up easily … are surely from there…” I replied with laughter.

“Not bad… I must give it a try I feel …” She wasn’t looking into the distant sky now… She was as if at peace with her mind and was surely having another perspective about those memories now … at least an indifferent one if not an optimistic one…

We started walking, discussing the benefits of occasionally cooking at home…




Anyone who would have observed them could have easily grasped the unexpressed smiles on their faces just because of being together in the crowd. Neither of the two had a word but they were too loud that everything around them as if got blurred…

We often feel a lot stressed about expressing, communicating or conveying things perfectly to people around us while some of best and the purest form of conversations do not even require a single utterance of the word. Yes, sometimes we communicate through what I call as vibes

The aura around her was as if bringing a smile on his face that seemed to be the purest of emotions he had felt during the day and his presence in turn as if made her chip into the environment with an energy having a pinch of euphoria in it, they were actually communicating without conversing

The Rigveda defines communication as the act when the intellect of the two is in perfect synchronization. Who needs a word when such a synchronization starts to exist? We all encounter someone whose vibes are enough to bring a smile or to enhance our productivity or our involvement in the present moment with an involuntary visit to the future with no one but him/her.

These lines from the movie Barfi rightly epitomizes what communication through vibes is…

Sawali si raat ho, khamoshi ka saath ho

Bin kahe bin sune, baat ho teri meri… 

So, next time when you feel an unusual euphoria around someone, mind you, his/her vibes are already communicating 🙂


Mundane to Mind-dabber


Sometimes it feels like you are a man from Mars. You want to converse when people hardly talk. You want to discuss when people hardly read. Today, so much is being written on millions and billions of platforms, scores of how-to articles, journals, studies, forums and what not on healthy conversations when all we need is genuinely a conversation itself.

This is an age of Big Data, we are developing state of the art tools for data analysis or to put it simply, we are developing algorithms which can develop in computers, a rationale to segregate what is useful and what is not. Irony is that we ourselves are abandoning such inherently gifted algorithms in our brains. Most of us have a lot to talk about but a little to discuss on.

Are we running out of memory? I feared and ended up reading a useful article on “What is the memory capacity of human brains?” on by Professor Paul Reber, Psychology, at Northwestern University. An excerpt from the same:

The human brain consists of about one billion neurons. Each neuron forms about 1,000 connections to other neurons, amounting to more than a trillion connections. If each neuron could only help store a single memory, running out of space would be a problem. You might have only a few gigabytes of storage space, similar to the space in an iPod or a USB flash drive. Yet neurons combine so that each one helps with many memories at a time, exponentially increasing the brain’s memory storage capacity to something closer to around 2.5 petabytes (or a million gigabytes). For comparison, if your brain worked like a digital video recorder in a television, 2.5 petabytes would be enough to hold three million hours of TV shows. You would have to leave the TV running continuously for more than 300 years to use up all that storage.

Surely, we aren’t running out of memory at least in our lifespan of seventy odd years* if we are spared from pollution or any manmade deadly disease. I heard from a thinker that education numbs mind and our short term pursuits become our ultimate goals in life. But today aren’t we so adapted to the urgent but not important tasks that we are least bothered about a conversation worth our existence as human beings and not as the products of globalization?

Sometimes the surge in the number of books being published, websites being populated with millions of articles and ever increasing virtual interaction scares the soul out whether we are approaching an age when some day someone would be saying, “yeah, I conversed to somebody in 2018 last time when I was 24, since then I didn’t need any!”

As she says when she is angry with her husband;

“We seriously need to talk on this!”

I agree with her, at least on this matter…