I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Memories of a memory test...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I dreamt I was back in primary school and was participating in annual school day festivities. Back in school, we used to have three days of competitions and dress rehersals before the grand finale of school day. Those days were fun mostly because I participated in school drama and in every competition that there was. Since I was getting training in classical singing, I was part of informal school band where in half the kids learnt music from the same teacher. Either that or we were classmates. The competitions ranged from sports to music, from essay writing to knowing Mahabhart. It was kind of fun. There was this competition called Memory test where in the teacher showed us twenty items in a span of five minutes. The students had fifteen minutes to figure out all the twenty items and write it in a paper. The student who gets the maximum number of items correct in the list wins the prize. Of course I never won that competition in my school days but this morning in my semi-sleepy state, I rememberd all twenty items that the teacher showed us during my last year of primary school. The clarity in which I saw the teacher presenting was astonishing. Surprisingly, I don't remember anything else about that, not even her name, except for the soft voice of hers showing various items. Its strange how our memories hit us with a force in our most vulnerable states.
Of course, an alcohol induced mind comes up with much interesting stuff.