Yesterday I stepped into a famous confectionery shop in my city and accidentally my eyes fell on a guy who was at this cake counter. I wasn't born with a temporary memory and i do confess that i keep forgetting things if it is more than a one day old but i did made my brain get used to forgetting things when things started complicating my life. But somehow my brain does ventures into the old waters just to check randomly if everything is still intact with the data inside my brain or is corrupted. Call it an instinct or searching eyes that i recognised this guy to be the same guy with the same face and same features who studied with me during my kindergarten years. And this doubt of mine got confirmed when someone called him with the same name i was trying to recollect. And in the same shop his two other brothers whom i recongised instantly were also present who all look the same in spite of such a long long gap. I did not knew whether to congratulate my memory for recognising this guy without any difficultt or its a matter of sheer coincidence which keep happening in all our lives ruling each day of ours with different synonyms called luck, fate etc etc.
I decide to ask this guy if he is still the same guy from my KG years. He was kind of busy with customers and taking orders and i waited for my turn. He was still busy when i approached him. Looking down working on some paper when i asked him if he remembers anyone from his kindergarten years or any childhood friend he knows or if he remembers in which school he studied during his kindergarten and first standard or any idea about what happened in his life during 1984-85 and 1986-87?
Well i wasn't ready for a shock but i had to take it from someone i thought who would be happy for this great discovery on the part of friendship for digging in so deep and getting back to kindergarten when our memories and thoughts are still forming during those formative years, to discover the oldest friend in my long list of friends who would be a latest sensation in my life...
But who can predict what is going to happen in our life when we ourselves can't tell what's the next moment has in store for us.
He had no time for my rubbish nor was he ready to waste his time hearing my crap about childhood memories...and he just said one last thing before i decided to quit my sudden quest, "well i don't dwell in my past nor do i remember anything about my childhood and all that i remember are things from my third standard" which left me speechless. He was not interested in anything which made me step back and made me think a little. The thing that i have in my mind cannot take place with the same frequency with anyone else if he/she is not interested. It was like slapping on my face for being so novice...ha ha ha, although i did tried my best to be a little wise.
Later i talked to his brother and he could identify himself with the things i asked. Strange but isn't uncommon. Some like living in their own igloos and some live in their zoos, some live in public places and some just dwell into the uncommon places. I fly like a kite without a definite flight, and i enjoy things as they unfold in my life.
Deserving or undeserving, everyone has their own way of living, i discovered the beauty of my memory which caught things in a flash of a second and sometimes it goes numb to things even after a hundred hints in offer.
Its just an other day in my life which passed with a difference of its own.
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