There is a new tv commercial for a lemon soft drink – it reminds a chap of gully cricket as a kid and homemade nimbupani. How often does this happen to us? A smell, a texture, a taste, an old song that catapults us down memory lane to a different time.
Everyone has things they like to remember and things they dont. More often the “like list” gets longer as we older and more sentimental about good ol’ days 🙂 Selective memory they call it. Seems like what you remember may depend on you are… or are you a certain kind of person because of what you remember?
A dear friend of mine and I once spent long hours around a coffee table telling a third person about our years at university together. He had a dark doomed version of how wasteful those years were while I gushed on about those fabulous carefree days actually shaped me… at the end of the conversation, our patient listener had one question – “did you both study in the same place??” 🙂 I assume with that she sized up the two of us and sealed us into separate categories.
So the question is – do we make memories or do memories make us?