Day-2 Immortal # 1

We all lose things, feel bad for sometime and then move on. The loss seems to fade away despite the aftermath of regrets and endless consolations.
But somehow you always seem to remember the loss. You are never able to get over it completely and absolutely. i guess it's something to do with our brains and no matter what people say you are never able to shut out that part of the brain which time and again keeps reminding you of that loss.

I still regret lending my school song notebook to my junior in school when i was in the 10th grade. The notebook never came back to me. I do remember my efforts too. Of trying so hard to retrieve it from the international circulating library.

Today i seem to thank the brain for being so.
Also for it being virus proof and malware resistant.
My annoyance/ frustration/ pain on loss has lessened not only for this notebook but some traumatic ones too.
We might talk about time being the healer. Agreed but not without giving a well deserved kudos to the resilient sponge that forms the center of the nervous system.
Coincidentally i have before me a few pieces of walnut which quite resembles that sponge.
So far so good...

My thoughts about kissing the frog and turning it into a prince, and all those others... experiences good and bad stays.
In a nutshell life in it's full glory remains thanks to the looking like a walnut brain.

Yeah that soft sponge of a walnut which also rewards us with TIMELESS...PERENNIAL...IMMORTALs.
This one for instance- Oh Susannah or like what i wrote in my notebook once upon a time ' I Come From Alabama'.

I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
I'm going to lou'siana
My true love for to see
It rained all night the day i left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death
Susannah don't you cry

Oh Susannah
Oh don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

When I jumped aboard the telegraph
And traveled down the river
The electric fluid magnified
And killed five hundred cheer
When the bulls ran bust the horse ran off
The baillif thought i had died
So I shut my eyes to hold my breath
Susannah don't you cry

Oh Susannah
Oh don't you cry for me
For I've from from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought i saw Susannah dear
A- coming down the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Said I, I'm coming from the south
Susannah don't you cry

Oh Susannah
Oh don't you cry for me
For I've come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee

Now I soon will be in New Orleans
And then I'll look around
And when i find Su-Sannah,
I'll fall upon the ground
But if i do not find her
Then i will surely die
And when i'm dead and buried
Susannah, don't you cry

Oh Susannah
Oh don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee.

Oh Susannah
Oh don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee.

Before i draw this to a close i cannot seem to thank enough technology which after all is what has germinated from that beautifully carved and amazingly designed soft walnut. So not only do i overcome but can also reclaim and accumulate...and in the process not only be richer but also get rejuvenated...

http://youtu.be/_eZUn2rUVGk
http://youtu.be/sui84FJgQAU
http://youtu.be/t78H8OFjmq0
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oh!_Susanna