It is not uncommon that many of us forget our house keys, the names of certain acquaintances, vital items from the shopping list, so on.. the list is pretty long for some. We often complain these to our bad memories. What would we do to recollect?
Close our eyes and start think long more strenuously – but frustratingly the fish would not bite the hook! Or Strike violently at the temples and forehead, enhancing only the irritation as when slot machine refuses to render the due despite violent shaking! The more harder you try, the more elusive it is! No amount of exertion would regurgitate the needed information from the gulf of memory! Once you allow things to cool, ignoring totally the present conundrum, attend to other chores or even sleep over the problem (literally)- BANG – here it comes – the key out of the blue; you even wonder how come come you missed it so long!
Is this the same as rebooting of the computer? oh no. Rather the exact opposite. Brain does not shut down by one’s volition; the command for recollection resides in the brain and the retrieval process continues involuntarily, non-stop. When the treasure is found all of a sudden, you are elated with the recollection, whatever routines you may be in! It is akin to the taking out your vehicle from a chaotic parking lot – lot of trials – before reaching a (data) highway! Only difference is the driver is not your ‘self’ but an involuntary self!
Researches vouch that recalling a stored information would depend on both the Retrieval and Storage strengths. Training helps to build it as practiced by our ancestors by way of hymns and mantras. On a physiological level it could be the neurons in the brain that are responsible for this phenomenon. They decay as one gets aged so do the forgetfulness. They could be tagged as suffering from ‘Alzheimer’s disease’. Are you not aware of some absent minded professors who have similar memory losses, though only on a smaller scale? But they are not treated for their ‘disease’ but their ‘episodes’ are hilariously shared!
But what might count as a rank it might be a nuisance when memory slackens, on a practical level it turns out to be an unparalleled blessing on an emotional one. We are rescued from many of our sorrows not by active solutions or nifty work of the intellect but by our reliable tendencies to forget. Our minds are so constituted that the gravest incidents eventually slip from our grasp. We lose sight not only of the beautiful and kind things that have occurred but also, more usefully, the catalogue of horrors that we were once certain we would never be able to surmount.
We may lament our far-from-perfect memories, but we should be grateful for them. If we had a recollection of every occasion when someone had been unkind to us, of every slight that had come our way, every mistake we had committed and every hope that had been frustrated, life would swiftly grow untenable. Fortunately, we have been endowed with a special incapacity. The slate is always, gradually being wiped clean, ensuring that we end up ignorant of what once left us certain that we should end our lives by nightfall.
Sleep and forgetfulness are boons to mankind, else our life would be full of miseries due to past events. Time is the best healer only because of this.
Let us thank the almighty for bestowing (a certain amount of) loss of memory, else the life would have been (more) miserable!




