If Memory Were A Floppy
Life would have been happy. If memory were a floppy, I would retain all the files with pleasant memories of happy birthdays celebrated. And the glorious prize days. I would keep the tender thrill of first love or success that came at last after hard toil and long tedious waiting.
I'd delete with a click the unhappy files of family mishaps, defeats and betrayals; the withering of love, and estrangement of dear ones. The loneliness and ennui would cease.
I'd click 'yes' to the query: "Are you sure you want to delete these files?" and never visit the psychiatrist, or the temples and churches in quest of peace that would have been my skin (or breath) in a world not torn apart. I 'd replace the files of trauma and bruises caused by riots and war.
If memory were a hard disk, I 'd cram it with facts and images and sweet thoughts like Wordsworth and relive the best and delete the rest. As the hard disk has its virus, our memory has Alzheimer's. To be really alive with zeal, we need to switch off and on at will.
c2001 Swapan Banarjee
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