The memory of a photograph in a newspaper - a lone, indistinct, a little afraid, scrawny teenager standing in front of a line of army tanks somewhere in China was my earliest memory of what Freedom and Democracy mean to each person.
Revolutions are never portraits in the gallery of memory. They are collages of odd instances and incidents perceived from an individualistic angle.
Most times (though we subscribe to the popular chronicles of History) we recollect History that happens around us through our individual reactions. Those are our frames of reference, our memory.
Where were you when 9/11 first entered your conscious world. What were you doing when You first came to know of Indira Gandhi's assassination. What memories do you associate with Emergency (if you are old enough). How did Mandal affect your consciousness.
Memories are our individual bards who celebrate History taking shape right in front of our eyes.
Memory is the greatest boon and is the biggest reason for evolution.
Memory is the greatest curse and the fountain of all sorrow.
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'we recollect History that happens around us through our individual reactions...' Sounds interesting and stimulating.
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