I wrote a long blog and the duffer that I am didn’t save it. Suddenly my system decided to restart and I lost it...sob sob sob. But hey, I can RECALL my thots and scribble them again and hope that this dumb system does not give away again.

Time they say is a great healer. Wounds, which are a direct impact of the good or the bad times we have, may subside but the scar remains. The possible reason why it remains maybe to remind us of how silly we were at not accepting the fact then or to remind us not to tread on the path which lead to a negative thot. There could be very many reasons. It is not easy to shut ourselves and say, oh gone and dead; it’s a whole new beginning. No doubt it is, but with it comes loads and loads of experience and expertise, which makes u an ace to face the time and tide of life.

Memory is another facet, which really is wonderful. It is so easy to remember to forget a few things in life. But so very difficult to erase out certain memories. The good the bad and the ugly. How very true it is when they say "Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought". Another superb quote is "We retain: 10 percent of what we read; 20 percent of what we hear; 30 percent of what we see •50 percent of what we hear and see; 70 percent of what we say; 90 percent of what we say and do". Few of us cling on to memories like they were our support systems. The good old school days, the carefree college days, the initial days of new job, the hard work we pour in at our jobs to makes our organization and ourselves proud. So on and so forth.

Of late I have been speaking a lot to my old buddies and meeting quite a few of them and those lovely days we spent together are like a dream. We always used to remind ourselves that, come what may we shall be as we are now. But then, life took us to different destinations and paths. And the days can just never come back. What is gone is gone and nothing can get it back. All that remains are memories, how very true!

Ever heard the song by Ali Hyder, the Purani Jeans aur Guitar one. One line is "Bas yaden rehjati hain (all that remains are memories)", That is life!