I know I meant to write something today, but for the life of me I cannot recall what it is. The best thing is to back track and try to see whether it comes back. That is something I do often.
There I’ll be with the refrigerator door open and wondering what I needed to get. When trying to remember fails though, I promptly shut its door and go back to whatever it is I had been doing. And then voila! there it comes slinking back again to the forefront of my memory. Funny, how a little bit of ‘I don’t care, I have better things to do than play games with you’ can get out of even your own brain.
I remember doing much the same to a woman who thought no end of herself because her child was a television star. She ignored me big time and would talk only to ‘people who mattered’ according to her. I really don’t have time for people who think they are too good for the likes of ‘common’ people so simply ignored her right back. Well, long story short, she soon started seeking me out for conversations. To think your own brain needs to be treated much the same way at times to get it to behave!
So, where was I? Oh yeah. Trying to backtrack and find out what I wanted to write about today. Let me see. While being driven back from the doctor’s I remember noticing the sorry looking rain trees. Their usually lush head of ‘hair’ – leaves in this instance – was no longer lush enough to blot out the sky. The blue of the sky was visible from beneath it just like the scalp of a person who has had severe hair fall.
Then I noticed the mango trees. They were covered with leaves all over. The branches were not visible at all. Hmm… Is it because the rain tree is South American in origin? Is it winter for them? Or is it because they are ‘rain’ trees and so are waiting for the rainy season to regenerate?
Mango trees are in their flowering and fruiting mode. Summer is upon us and soon we will have mangoes everywhere. Still a long time for it to happen. This is just me daydreaming of mango season. I LOVE mangoes. Umm… I love jackfruits too. I also love litchis, rambutans, custard apples, seedless grapes, watermelon, musk melon, kiwis, abuis… and oh MANGOSTEENS and PERSIMMONS too.
Persimmons were something unavailable in Kerala till recently. Now the world has shrunk and we see them in most vegetable shops. Dragon fruits too are commonly seen everywhere now. Avocados though are still not that common, but the big stores have them. I love avocados.
Good God! Why am I talking of avocados?! Wasn’t I sort of back tracking to recall the topic for a post I had hit upon on the drive back from the doctor? Aww shucks. No results so far. Only persimmons and mangosteens and such to show for it.
Hmm… You know what the best solution for this is, right? The cold shoulder. Oh yes, siree. Give the memory cells the absolutely chilling cold shoulder. Tell them in no unequivocal terms (or through action, getting off the laptop and doing something else): I don’t bleddy want to know what I was thinking, okay? Keep it to yourself, you dumbo cells.
[Psst. You can bet your last rupee that they will come slinking back around soon. And when they do I will pounce on them and put them in chains so they cannot escape a second time. Until then, people. Ciao]
©️ Shail Mohan 2024

We once had a woman in our book club who, while she clearly regarded herself as an intellectual – most of us were retired and she was still working at the university – was as sweet as honey pie at the meetings. She would write down our comments about books and share anecdotes related to what we had read BUT should she encounter any of us at a university function, such as a public lecture, her eyes would skim over us in the way one might with strangers as she sought out the company of other academics. Her message was abundantly clear: I do not wish to be seen consorting with the likes of you in public. We heaved a sigh of relief when she left town 🙂
I have the same issues with my memory. Unfortunately, my memory cells insist on reminding me what it was I forgot when it is the least convenient time to do anything about it, thus ensuring that by the time I can do something, I have forgotten about it again. And so the circle of life continues…