Power of Memories

 

Sometimes as I browse through my memories, a nostalgic phenomenon reads through my mind. It is not as often as I would like to reminisce the past, but as and when my mind gets stimulated by the incidents I often come across, I am taken into flashback. I stop to revisit the scenes that I often get entangled into.

Not only in my life but also in anyone’s life, in any one’s capacity, one would do the same. There are points of time when one falls victim to such unfading memories that hardly anyone would stop digging them to discover what new things have made them incomparable. Our memories are the beads that hang mercilessly on the thread of time and as we start counting one by one, the mystery is unfolded. It is often not with the moments that will have been embedded in our memories, but the occurrence of coincidences that complements those moments. For instance, when I listen to “Namgyuen gi duetse  lu,gasa laya lingzhi lu,by namgay jigs,I remember my first semester of college life, not the song itself. Such is the beauty of life. One thing happens and we recollect another thing related to it.

In my life, there are myriad awesome memories that have remained as my best friends. But at time, I feel suffocated to recollect them. They just stop my breathe.However, when some stimulations click my mind, I can’t stop digging them. How can such sweet memories be left unattended? Only irony of life is that, we smile at those foolish memories and cry at those lovely memories. This is only paradoxical situation I fall prey of, yet who cares as long as they are nourishing and refreshing? I don’t mind to think further when that past is but a compare less phenomenon with the present. Even if it is not, I still think for I often loved delving into such challenging situation that drinks my sentiments.

Today, right now, at this point of time, I am here; here in the isolated place of my loved ones. I am with my friends yet I feel I am alone. For a lonely heart as mine, a crowd of thousand is but an isolated hamlet. The sound that ejects from the good mouth of some good people is but the noise that I never wanted and want to listen to. What’s there inside a lonely soul? Only a space of emptiness that rings with a boring sound each time a hammer of isolation strikes. To define an empty soul, the criteria isn’t the presence of tears or clubbed lips, but the repeated thoughts of his special and near people that have drifted faraway that gives a false smile on his face. Life itself is an irony that puts human in a false belief that as we grow old we are near to happiness. The truth is that each passing second takes one step near to the ultimate destination that no matter what, everone has a definite fate to arrive at one day or the other. As Sogyel Rinpoche stated in his Book, “Tomorrow or the next day, which will come first, no one knows”. It is true; our life in uncertain and each passing moment takes us to the death. Who would want to die, yet who has ever succeeded in the attempt to avoid it? No matter where you escape in time, there is no place where the cruel death lays no hand upon you. Sometimes even the buds fall off its pedicels and fade before it become flower that shall wither and fall off. Nothing but memories remain that keep us alive even if we are gone away from the world. Only Memories have such a great miracle to enchant the thousand living to the dead.

My memories are vast and beyond the scope of this article, yet let me filter the one that has made my life hell to survive. It is not at the sadness of those moments that makes me laugh but the happiness of the past that has makes that makes me cry. I don’t regret of becoming sad or living in despair with the moments in life, rather I cry at those lives I made in ever moment. I don’t know what tomorrow has in stored for me, but whatever yesterday had given me was the best. I don’t even wait for a better tomorrow, but rather want to go back to thousand yesterdays that made me lose my weight each time my sentiments were laid down. I was fine, then.

We met like we never ever did. We stayed like we never thought of. Yet as time went by, everything came to an end. Our life hadn’t started yet ended so unpleasantly that never ever I would like to recollect. May be I was wrong. We had to be away not in physical distance but within our heart. I had to bid adieu because she never loved me. I had to block all the ways my mind would fly towards her. Though, could not do it ethically. My heart feels heavy at it, but I had no option. I shall not wait but travel on my own. However, I can’t do so.

   Power of Memories

Sometimes as I browse through my memories, a nostalgic phenomenon reads through my mind. It is not as often as I would like to reminisce the past, but as and when my mind gets stimulated by the incidents I often come across, I am taken into flashback. I stop to revisit the scenes that I often get entangled into.

Not only in my life but also in anyone’s life, in any one’s capacity, one would do the same. There are points of time when one falls victim to such unfading memories that hardly anyone would stop digging them to discover what new things have made them incomparable. Our memories are the beads that hang mercilessly on the thread of time and as we start counting one by one, the mystery is unfolded. It is often not with the moments that will have been embedded in our memories, but the occurrence of coincidences that complements those moments. For instance, when I listen to “Namgyuen gi duetse  lu,gasa laya lingzhi lu,by namgay jigs,I remember my first semester of college life, not the song itself. Such is the beauty of life. One thing happens and we recollect another thing related to it.

In my life, there are myriad awesome memories that have remained as my best friends. But at time, I feel suffocated to recollect them. They just stop my breathe.However, when some stimulations click my mind, I can’t stop digging them. How can such sweet memories be left unattended? Only irony of life is that, we smile at those foolish memories and cry at those lovely memories. This is only paradoxical situation I fall prey of, yet who cares as long as they are nourishing and refreshing? I don’t mind to think further when that past is but a compare less phenomenon with the present. Even if it is not, I still think for I often loved delving into such challenging situation that drinks my sentiments.

Today, right now, at this point of time, I am here; here in the isolated place of my loved ones. I am with my friends yet I feel I am alone. For a lonely heart as mine, a crowd of thousand is but an isolated hamlet. The sound that ejects from the good mouth of some good people is but the noise that I never wanted and want to listen to. What’s there inside a lonely soul? Only a space of emptiness that rings with a boring sound each time a hammer of isolation strikes. To define an empty soul, the criteria isn’t the presence of tears or clubbed lips, but the repeated thoughts of his special and near people that have drifted faraway that gives a false smile on his face. Life itself is an irony that puts human in a false belief that as we grow old we are near to happiness. The truth is that each passing second takes one step near to the ultimate destination that no matter what, everone has a definite fate to arrive at one day or the other. As Sogyel Rinpoche stated in his Book, “Tomorrow or the next day, which will come first, no one knows”. It is true; our life in uncertain and each passing moment takes us to the death. Who would want to die, yet who has ever succeeded in the attempt to avoid it? No matter where you escape in time, there is no place where the cruel death lays no hand upon you. Sometimes even the buds fall off its pedicels and fade before it become flower that shall wither and fall off. Nothing but memories remain that keep us alive even if we are gone away from the world. Only Memories have such a great miracle to enchant the thousand living to the dead.

My memories are vast and beyond the scope of this article, yet let me filter the one that has made my life hell to survive. It is not at the sadness of those moments that makes me laugh but the happiness of the past that has makes that makes me cry. I don’t regret of becoming sad or living in despair with the moments in life, rather I cry at those lives I made in ever moment. I don’t know what tomorrow has in stored for me, but whatever yesterday had given me was the best. I don’t even wait for a better tomorrow, but rather want to go back to thousand yesterdays that made me lose my weight each time my sentiments were laid down. I was fine, then.

We met like we never ever did. We stayed like we never thought of. Yet as time went by, everything came to an end. Our life hadn’t started yet ended so unpleasantly that never ever I would like to recollect. May be I was wrong. We had to be away not in physical distance but within our heart. I had to bid adieu because she never loved me. I had to block all the ways my mind would fly towards her. Though, could not do it ethically. My heart feels heavy at it, but I had no option. I shall not wait but travel on my own. However, I can’t do so.