The nomenclature of memories...

Sometimes you just don't get to call them........give them a name.They turn you off, make you cry.Even manipulate the do's and dont's of your life. But when you set your mind to throw the abstraction out of them and have an encounter face-to-face.........you get into a jiffy.Memories do play such nuisance.

This thought in the first place may seem to be the height of weirdness and absurdity.Precisely coz we rarely get a chance to analyse the activities of that lump of cerebrum inside our egg-heads controlling our actions day and night.Or we don't try to.But don't times come......when you wish to break out of the opacity of past and look forward? When you want to un-live yesterday and live today for tomorrow? When you hate to cry for the one that's over?
They do come...........in every life.Its just that you don't really care to accept that;and stay happy further. And its the nuisances of that same egg-head which makes us afraid to move on.....cry for what's gone.....and expect yesterday to come back!Ridiculous!!

May be the "intelligent" human would ridicule so this truth of life.Its a rare and fortunate chance of a lifetime to come across such an intelligent one.But sorry........we won't ask for a share of his intellect.For we prefer grief over pleasure, and can bargain intelligence for not being mechanical.For we want to stay as the "foolish" human................And breathe.For there's very little space to breathe in this world.


I do agree...................with the "foolish man".
For it has been a year since I left behind some peaceful corner in the outskirts of the city to move towards the most bustling one.I left an unnamed,isolated street leading to a building in white and blue........for another one,much more 'prestigious'.And tried to forget some bunch of promises,memories and laughter.......for a future,hopefully better.

But why,after all these months of college.........a single glimpse of that same building in white and blue brings tears to the eyes?Why a host of unnamed,undefined memories start accumulating,all at a time?Why the mind seeks to go back to the past?

May be the past reverberates within us all the time.........and waits for the opportune moment to come up.For the memories we create with our own hands,refuse to get wiped out so fast.And continues to intersect every point of life.Sometimes they burst open that store-house and get surfaced through the eyes......

And that's the time we feel reluctant to look forward.We stop dreaming about tomorrow and crave for yesterday to come back.And wish to abandon our present and future........................not to un-live,but once again,re-live the past, the one................that's over.