The Assault of the thoughts

I am so excited about my new blog that I spent the entire last week thinking about and making up topics and titles in my head that could serve as future posts. Every new thought, every new feeling, every happenning, every dream was gift-wrapped and given a certain presentable avataar at the spur of the moment. All in my neatly blow-dried head.

It was a deluge - in the kitchen warming up porridge in the microwave, watching TV absent-mindedly, whilst waiting for my farmer alter ego to plough slowly on Farmville, while admiring the bright sunny cloudless sky through the window panes, while washing the dishes, while doing physio exercises, while sauteeing onions, while lying in bed at dawn with eyes wide open - the thoughts kept coming thick and fast.

My mind was often doing a 300 kmph but I seldom had a pen to hand or one in a pocket; which meant I had to shove these thoughts rapidly into my compartmentalized brain. Dreams here, Woes there, Fixations in another folder, Skirmishes could go in a sub-folder under Woes, and so on. And then, there is always the mother category - Randoms - which I have realized is also the hardest to remember.

Well, I am not someone who can boast of an elephantine memory for the mundane things of life. Now, I can recall names. I can recall faces of almost everybody I meet. And I can unmistakably tell whether any of my girl friends are wearing the same dress twice. (Ah, that part of my brain is uber developed). That should suffice for now. As for the rest, it does not hurt much to forget. I think He has configured my system RAM to hold a maximum of a 3-4 days worth of data of mundane things. Sometimes, it trips even after 2 days. So I will be surprised even if 10% of my last week's thoughts would get translated into acutal posts.

Fingers crossed!