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DÉJÀ VU –VEDA TU!

Hey, I’ve been here before! How many times have you said that to yourself? I am sure it’s been more than a handful number of times. The very of concept of the Déjà vu is almost like challenging god at his own game. The very thought of giving god a run for his money sounds like fun right! Well not exactly. I’m no expert at this déjà vu business but I am sure that science has some suitable explanation for this phenomenon.
Why only humans? I suppose animals must be having such feelings too! Just imagine, a lion prowling on a wilder beast, just as it is about to pounce on the helpless creature, it suddenly strikes the lion like lightning. Saying I’ve seen this man, err lion (?), it stops to recollect and in the split of the second, the wilder beast gets just enough time to scamper to safety, long enough to sit one day and share this story with its siblings!
I’ve heard theories related to this occurrence stating the delay between the time both eyes take in transmitting the visual data obtained by the retina to the brain, which leads us into thinking that the situation or frame we are in, has been experienced before. It actually is an illusion or a mirage of sorts from the point of view of the brain which is experienced by us, the “veda’s”, which literally means “fools” in the Marathi language.
If the science is too much for you, go watch Déjà Vu the movie and no, you’ve not seen it before!!

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