How Often one does
outrages one’s OWN TRUE NATURE…
When it’s all in a family,
things get so much easier…and You all are a Family..
Now since it’s all in
the family, let me confess that I belong to the Memory Challenged Club,
Once, Long ago I had
sharp memory, which has decided to retire to the Southern Hemisphere of my
brain to an obscure village where in there are no phones…
You just give a blind
stare to someone at a marriage ceremony and promptly fail to figure out who the hell
He/She is…and it turns out that she’s your aunty who you have not met since ages,
and she is the living encyclopedia on the Earth ,knowing each tit bits about
you…*Awkward Moment*.
God in his wisdom, when
HE created me, was not in his best of moods, or may be had that brawl with
better half, which left him stunned and stoned and he was not at all paying
attention to my creation…specially the Cranium Part…
Or else how do you
explain my sudden fits of memory loss…more often going on long vacations…
Many a times it(the name) is
poised on the tip of my tongue…I struggle to remember, and hey presto!!! Next
minute it’s not even lurking in the remotest corner of my spleen….PHEW……….
You tell me to relate
instances of yore days ,when I was still a child and I will possibly relate the
experiences extempore, ask me to remember the name of my next door neighbor or
a business associate with whom I interact on a regular basis, and I am blank…
Not to talk of keys, wallets,
mobiles, debit cards, driving license, glares and Specs etc.. Which I am wont
to forget and the whole Universe comes Crashing down.
I call someone on phone and
forget who the hell I am calling in the first place, the phone at the other end
gets picked up and I am aghast….how do I start conversation without knowing who did I call for that matter..!!!
It still is a mystery to
me and even to the God who created me how on earth did I get through those
History lessons, where they asked when was Akbar Born and in which year the Battle
of Plessey was fought..
And Songs, now please
don’t even mention it…I love songs and music and all that…but don’t even bother
to hear me sing with right lyrics…my wife and daughter tell me to even sing
slowly, in low volume even in my bathroom, lest the lyrics writer might commit
a hara-kiri, but not before they both
tumble down in agony!!!!!!!.
“It stands to reason that as
you approach the final portion of life your brain becomes overstuffed with
education, business acumen, sports stats, the latest Income Tax Act and Company’s
law with Myriad sections and subsections and trivia, trivia, trivia. There can
be room for only so much in a single cranium and when you go to squeeze
something additional in, especially something as mundane as where you put the
TV remote or such other things
often get temporarily displaced”So says the Psychologists….
A possible answer to this over-stuffed brain problem is
suggested by comedian Steve Martin in a 1998 New Yorker magazine article: “One
solution for older men is to take all the superfluous data swirling around in
the brain and download it into the newly large stomach, where there is plenty
of room. This frees the brain to house more relevant information, like the
particularly troublesome ‘days of the week.’”
Not very practical, but at this
point I would be willing to try anything. The amount of Girth I have around my Stomach,I possibly can intake not only my Brains's overstuffed trivia but of possibly half the neighborhood's brains stuff....!!!!!!!!
We are introduced to lovable but forgetful characters early in life. The beloved bear, Winnie the Pooh, had
a bad memory. Forgetful Jones, a cowboy who can’t remember, appeared in many
Muppet’s TV episodes and movies. Dory, one of the main characters in the hugely
popular animated film Finding Nemo, can’t remember if she’s coming or
going.This and other such instances give a solace to my life…that its not the
age but even children suffer from such idiosyncrasies…
Juveniles of all ages have laughed at substance-induced
forgetfulness…New phrases about forgetting have made their way into our vernacular
– having a senior moment, a menopause moment,
The Young ones have a new lingo on forgetfulness…….There are
text message abbreviations for not being able to remember, like CRAFT (can’t
remember a freaking thing) and CRS (can’t remember s*#t), so it’s not just us
older folks who have trouble remembering.
P.G Wodehouse’s Goofy,
aristocratic Bertie Wooster had the incomparable Jeeves to pull him out of
scrapes,make him magical cures for hangover,lay out his clothes,serve his meals
and tell what "hoochie coocher" meant."One of those demotic
American worders for ardent spirit".
Some like me are not blessed with dream character
like Jeeves and his Jeevesian Perfection.
Missus being privy to my predicament,gets philosophical:
“Your dementia is child like and harmless but what about the
whole lot of Political class who've forgot to Rule and Govern,
The judiciary is in mess and forgets to judiciously decide cases,
Police forgets to
protect,
Teachers’s have forgotten to teach sincerely,
Doctors have forgotten to
treat patients right with smile and
care,
Our Parliament forgets to function
and legislate,
Our Society as a whole forgets to Treat Women Right
Above all our Citizens also
forgets to VOTE for the right candidate…”
Hmm….Point Taken Madameji….
And I added my two bits tooo...
Ekta Kapoor forgets to END her Saas Bahu Serials…and Bade
Ache Lagte hain….
Rakhi Sawant forgets to control her tantrums……
The list is endless…..
Now before I forget to end this blog ………..
Cheerio………..
Don’t forget to add your comments, all those especially
not suffering from dementia…..or else I may go find an appropriate impregnable
wall to bang my head on………..
Wait. Wait….Now Where’s the Wall……….!!!!!!!!!:-))))))
