Remember when you last cleaned out your closet? Old caps, favourite comics that had forever vanished , a book of WWF stars, a crank starting Monster Truck and other items of yesteryear came back to life. You sunk right in, relishing every facet of the vivid memories that popped up from the box. Rummaging through & sorting out electronic devices such as hard disks have proven to exhibit similar results (as per a random chore conducted earlier today).
It was all F: drive's fault. I'd left work unattended on it and it had to be taken up today. In my inaccurate motioning of a little fellow we lovingly call a mouse, I'd clicked open a wrong folder. Frown. "My Documents" is a very well known sector on our storage houses eh? It tends to have the most vital information or files that matter most to the user and/or owner. A (second) folder lay unopened here, one that I'd wanted to look up last week. I obligated immediately.
I had entered the core collection of pictures and videos of 1st year MBA. Without a seconds delay, I jumped onto the ride. Right from the early days to the video captured a few days ago - I had seen everything. A gleeful Kurta day, excerpts from classroom chaos, trips to Dahanu, IIM, a mid summer meet @ Toto's, sports outings and even digital videos of Nostalgia (thanks to KD's equipment). All this builds up to a lot more when you're seated at a desk with your laptop on and earphones plugged in. You're sooo in the thick of things. You can trigger the still pictures into motion and replay the scene that was. Dialogues that were voiced that day. And how time flies...this indulgence kept me traveling for 2 hours. I had no record of anyone entering my room, the phones ringing or even the first call for dinner.
Moments are best preserved through photographs (if your memory can't keep up) . Keep clicking when you have the chance. You'll look back at them and remember everything... as it was.
This was told to me one chilly morning in 1988, up in the snow clad mountains of Manali, where I recorded my first photograph at a spot indicated by the title of this post.
It was all F: drive's fault. I'd left work unattended on it and it had to be taken up today. In my inaccurate motioning of a little fellow we lovingly call a mouse, I'd clicked open a wrong folder. Frown. "My Documents" is a very well known sector on our storage houses eh? It tends to have the most vital information or files that matter most to the user and/or owner. A (second) folder lay unopened here, one that I'd wanted to look up last week. I obligated immediately.
I had entered the core collection of pictures and videos of 1st year MBA. Without a seconds delay, I jumped onto the ride. Right from the early days to the video captured a few days ago - I had seen everything. A gleeful Kurta day, excerpts from classroom chaos, trips to Dahanu, IIM, a mid summer meet @ Toto's, sports outings and even digital videos of Nostalgia (thanks to KD's equipment). All this builds up to a lot more when you're seated at a desk with your laptop on and earphones plugged in. You're sooo in the thick of things. You can trigger the still pictures into motion and replay the scene that was. Dialogues that were voiced that day. And how time flies...this indulgence kept me traveling for 2 hours. I had no record of anyone entering my room, the phones ringing or even the first call for dinner.
Moments are best preserved through photographs (if your memory can't keep up) . Keep clicking when you have the chance. You'll look back at them and remember everything... as it was.
This was told to me one chilly morning in 1988, up in the snow clad mountains of Manali, where I recorded my first photograph at a spot indicated by the title of this post.
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5 comments:
hmmm... true!!
Just a point....if ur memories r really that good, that pleasant, that beautiful...wont u remember them as they were, just as they happened yesterday...like a lot of things that happened say in school, college, everyday life that we say..."u remember that time when we did this.."
@ abhijeet --
Agreed. But aren't there times when you come across the odd pic or two and exclaim, "Ohh! Yea, I remember this scene!"
That pic is your trigger to a dozen other things that happened that day. Offhand, you may not remember those moments.
I know too well...the value of those pics...
sounds like the butterfly effect...the movie...where he reads or sees stuff from his childhood and is then 'magically' transported there. hehehe.
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