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Amnesia

Has it ever occurred to you that you partially forget some details of the task which you know was done by you? Or at times you remember a tune, even the song but can't say where it has come from. You remember a lot of things but at the same time you seem to not remember a lot others too.

Suppose, my friend asks me about the movie that we had seen back at hostel on some special occasion, I clearly remember that I had seen a movie but would never remember the name of the movie. Even if I consciously try to remember, I fail each time. But, at the same time I remember people. My friends, each one of them and even strangers that I had met on one or two rarer occasions.

So, it's amnesia which comes into play. Amnesia, or the act of forgetfulness (in lay man's term), I believe is the most essential thing needed to survive on earth. Can you imagine a life where you keep on remembering every moment the  tragedies that you had to go through! Won't it become suffocating? But, this is where amnesia comes into play. However intense your bitter experience might be, but with time you partially forget about it and lead your life. Those memories might resurface at times, but now you are better equipped to handle those. You have learnt if not to let go, deal with it.

Just like the varieties of any fruit drink, there are various forms of amnesia (okay , that was a bad example!). But, I won't go into the details, let google do it for you. What I experience, is almost selective amnesia. I, as a child always had problems with remembering events. I could clearly remember that I had been to occasions, but couldn't tell what were they. But, at the same time I remembered events that my textbook glorified. As I grew, some things changed but a lot others haven't. I still seem to keep on forgetting a lot many instances, sometimes I deliberately try to do that but most of the times it happens unconsciously. I, try to push back every single painful memory to some dark folder of my brain from which it never finds it's way to resurface. So, amnesia has been a boon, a life saver. And for this reason, I want to keep on forgetting any painful instances and remember the happy ones. For, life is too short to live in regrets.

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