My Mementoed Memories

NOTE: This narrative style is highly inspired from Christopher Nolan's "Memento" screenplay.

I am on cloud nine. I am driving a car. Though I have driven cars a bunch of times before, I am still uncomfortable. I am wearing a violet checked full sleeve shirt and blue Lee jeans. I am driving in the local roads of suburbs. "Watch out for stop sign and when you apply brakes, don't jam it" - K told me. I could feel a sense of caution and responsibility and a little anger in his voice. K is really a good person.

It is 10:00 AM. I am still lying in my bed. Shouldn't I be working? Now...I remember it is Saturday. Oh...!What a long week has it been? I tried to recollect the events happened in the last five days. I couldn't get everything precisely.

K is really a good person. K, R and I are going to play pool. Today we are not playing bowling since no one turned up. We are only three. We are walking towards the rec center. I ask K casually, "Can you teach us driving in your car?". He says "OK". "Shall we go tomorrow?". "Why not today?"

I couldn't get everything precisely. Damn! I forget things. Someone said memory is unreliable. How true? Why can't humans remember everything in their brain. Everything..I mean it. Everything from food, dress, words spoke, people met. Everything, my dear!

"Why not today?" I ask my brother. "Why we shouldn't watch Fun with Dick and Jane today"? "You see. It's raining heavily. I can't drive to the theatre now". "Don't let out some lame excuses. We are half way to the theatre. You can ride to this fast food to get our lunch. can't you drive another 15 miles?". "Cut the crap. It was nice when we started. And comparing eating and watching a movie is like comparing apples wih oranges". I am disappointed and angry.

Everything my dear! I must have some means to remember everything that happened to me. Something that I can refer after sometime later in my life and smile. How exciting! I remember what I scored in my high school final exam. But to be honest I didn't remember what did I say to my mom immediately after I know my marks. If I had some records where I can refer to my earlier conversations, how sweet it will be.

I am disappointed and angry. I told my brother yesterday four times that I am coming at 2:00 PM today. Why the hell he is not here to pick me? You know something. It is the most irritating thing to wait for someone in the cold when you expect someone to be there before you. "Are you waiting for a long time?" he asked. "Hmm.."."I'm sorry. I had to fill gas". "Hmmm..". "How was your skiing?". "Not bad".

How sweet it will be to have a memory database. A large collection of events that happened earlier in my life. How to make it? Diary? Hmm...I don't like writing diaries. Yeah! I am lazy and don't want to pull out a diary and fill out something everynight before I go to sleep. What else?

Not bad. In fact I felt real good. It was like floating in clouds when I changed to my usual shoes. Those ski boots were like dinosaurs. I can't even stand stand straight with those on. Anyways it was a thrilling and exciting experience. Also had a lot of fun. I feel I did a lot for a beginner.

What else? Nothing is coming to my mind. It must be something that I should update regularly. No excuses. But at sometime it will evolve as a habit, compelling me to write daily even if I don't have anything to write, just like brushing my teeth everynight even if I fast! So it really is nothing but a binder. I don't want to be bonded to something.

A lot for a beginner. This instructor is teaching a lot about skiing in an hour. Fastening the ski blade itself a pain in the rear. Now I have to catch the lift and go all the way up and ski downwards. Heck no! I am not doing it. I don't want to fall down and hurt myself....It is about one-half hours we came. All my buddies are skiing. I am alone. This is my final try to catch the lift. If not, I quit. I stand before the rail bending myself forward and waiting for the lift. I catch the lift and go upwards. I am now it the top. I must go down now. I am really scared. Thanks to N. He boosted me to ski down. Now I am skiing. I am experiencing a feeling that must be the mix of fear, thrill, excitement and happiness.

I don't want to be bonded to something. I must enjoy my freedom. Its me who must decide to write or not. Something that never questions me. Do I know anything? Let me think... Hmm... How about a blog? A blog? Not a bad idea. But not good either.

I am experiencing a feeling that must be the mix of fear, thrill, excitement and happiness. Think it must be the result of the relief of anxiety. Everytime I have this when I check my grades. This time it is good. Three As. A great relief.

"Not good either" I say to myself. It is in public domain. Open to everyone. So you have no privacy. Do you really want to give a shot? Why not? Who is going to read it until I tell my URL. Even if I did I hope only a few will.

A great relief. Completed the semester. Not really a taxing one. But you know, the sigh you give after every burden you unload. Entering into so-called holidays for a month. Let me see how I use my holidays.

Yes only a few will check my blog and they are obviously known to me. Why fear about privacy, security, blah, blah, blah? Also R has one. Did he ever told about privacy issues? Why worry? Yup, must try a hand. See how long it lives. Must be a good source to improve my writing English. Okay, will start soon.

"Let me see how I use my holidays?" I tell to myself. Four days of Thanksgiving vacation. Had a lot of plans. To go to bro's place, spend time, practise driving.... all castles in air are no more. Had to complete an assignment. Due on Monday. Last minute pressure. We must always be ready to expect the unexpected. Really a different Thanksgiving vacation.

Okay will start soon. But won't let it know to everyone immediately. Will wait for a couple of days to make it official. Shall I start today? Today... no I have to go out. Ok tomorrow, Sunday.

"Really a different Thanksgiving vacation" I thought to myself. I plan to go to my bro's place. Must practise driving atleast two days. Also we may go somewhere. It has been a long time since we had a good road trip. Can't wait for the holidays. "Hopefully should have some news for my next post" I think about the approaching holidays.

Sunday. I am all prepared. I have my breakfast. Create an account and open a blog. Must give a catchy name. It must be my reflection. Also a good URL address. I start thinking.....I am still thinking. Heck! It is almost an hour I am looking for names. I am going to stick with this. So I go online. I have my own blog to write my memories. I am on cloud nine.