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DYNAMICS OF MEMORY

What do you do when you find yourself at an impasse? How do you get out of it?

Once I read somewhere, one's mind waves usually do not get stuck when on the move. So the best way, it said was to keep moving.

I too have experienced it while travelling by train. The objects running on the opposite direction keeps your thoughts moving. If you are moving alone and your compartment mates are not disturbing much then you can rewind and forward your life many times on a train journey, without the danger of getting caught on the odds.

But to apply this hypothesis in your day to day life you need a little free space, with minimum obstacle. Because unlike the train, you will not be moving on an assigned track and you will be thinking. That's something rare in cities.

I found an alternative to it. Taking up some thing that can be done with less of thinking...rearranging the room...Slowly I clean things with a duster while working on the bottleneck in the mind on the background. The physical rearrangements definitely help the rearrangement of the thoughts waves...

Today while trying something like that I recovered one of the many incomplete note books. Once I bought it to note down the excerpts of the books I read, sequences of words that touched some chord inside me...

The first selection was from Samuel Beckett's The Expelled...

"...Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don't there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little. That is to say, you must think of them for a while, a good while every day several times a day until they sink for ever in the mud. That's an order..."

I continued reading the excerpts till I reached at a blank page. Then only I recalled, I have yet to clean a big portion of the room. I started working again. It was not long when I realised the logjam in my mind was gone...

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