Just today, while walking back home, someone on a bike waved to me and called out my name. I smiled and waved back and he left. And the only question I had in my mind was: who was that guy? I don't remember meeting him before. Was he one the many juniors from Bhavan's, who know me because of the powerful position I once held there? Or was he one of my peers, whom I should be knowing?
Well, I have no idea and probably never will. It's not new though: I regularly forget people whom I meet everyday, and remembering every body's names in class is out of the question! Phone numbers, birthdays, addresses, dates... cross them all out too!
Good heavens, am I to become the youngest Alzheimer's patient in history?! Probably not: I still know more about the International financial system and the stock markets than any of my friends, and I did manage to learn Say This City Has Ten Million Souls, that fantastic poem about the plight of Jews.
So maybe I can't remember the important things in life. But wait, who ever said Nuclear Non-Proliferation wasn't important?