Forgetfulness: The RAM & ROM Story of Our Minds

At the checkout counter, the girl asked for my mobile number.

I couldn't recall it.

The guy behind me asked: "Forgot your own number?"

I had..., at least at that moment.

Around 40, research studies say, the brain begins to shrink.  Half a percent a year.  Faster after 70.  Shrinkage doesn't mean loss of cells.  They become smaller, but continuous learning can boost their effectiveness. 

Forgetfulness is the pause.  Names slip.  Faces blur.  Numbers vanish at checkout counters.

Of late, I treat my mind like a hard drive with shrinking storage.  What goes in, matters now.  I skip what's a click away, and retain only what I need.  

RAM slows with age.  Quick recall fades.

ROM deepens. Patterns surface. Wisdom accumulates. Experience becomes archive.

Every age has its edge.

The young process faster.

The experienced process better.

Which is running your most important decisions?

What’s your survival move?

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Skills No One Teaches You

I knew someone once.

He built a story around an exam he never took.

A degree he never earned.

He claimed it, untill…

Lying comes naturally.

So does the calm face that hides it.

Survival is instinct.

Not just in the forest. In the crowd, the office, the family table too.

The moment your dignity takes a hit.

Something inside quietly takes over.

We fake anger like flipping a switch.

We summon sadness when it serves us.

We forget things on purpose.

We even stammer just to buy time.

Some smile through tension.

Some crack jokes.

Some disappear into their phones.

No rehearsal. No stage.

Yet performed with quiet perfection.

Embarrassment is almost certain.  

But the urge to escape is stronger.

We all play this game.

What’s your survival move?

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The Space Between

I almost punched a classmate once, over a pen.

My teacher stopped me.

He pointed to the board:

"The pen is mightier than the sword."

He asked: "See the space between the two words  ‘pen’ and 'is’?  Without it, what would be the meaning?"

I was just ten.  Years later, I understood:

Space matters.

We don't write much, anymore.

We type.  We tap.  We post.

Handwriting once forced space between thoughts and words.

Ink slowed us down long enough to shape what we actually meant.

Now everything runs together.

We no longer write to think.

We type to respond.

I don't own a pen anymore.

Not because I lost it.

Because I stopped needing one.

A doctor friend once told me:

Children who write by hand score higher on comprehension tests, because they slow down to think what they are writing.

Yes, the pen thinks.

The keyboard reacts.

Somewhere in between we lost the space that made meaning possible.

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