IMPHAL DIARIES
๐ต๐พ๐๐ถ๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ ๐ฐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐ด๐ผ๐พ๐๐ธ๐ด๐
Have you ever felt that you know the person but can't remember her/him..or we r not able to recollect an episode of life ...while our friends recall about it as it happened yesterday ....or people meet n say hi to you but you r not able to even place them in your life...
Generally people around us takes a very positive view of memories and the act of remembering: we esteem the study of history, we are expected to take photos to capture precious moments; we think that old injustices should be made good in the present; we promise not to forget old acquaintances ...when we r leaving school ...colleges..etc
But without denying the value of any of this, we need to do something else: forget.
Certain memories threaten to destroy the very existence of an individual – although it's bit extreme but certain memories r bad for present or future living...
If we held onto everything that had ever happened to us in all the multicolour vividness of the original event, we’d be overburdened with anxiety and sadness, we’d be continuously terrified and consumed with regret: we’d be driven to despair by all the meanness we’d encountered, all the stupidity we’d been guilty of and all the beauty and goodness we had lost.
๐๐ค ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ
We should remember only in so far as it actually helps us to live in the present. To the extent that memories assist us in forming our plans and avoiding error, they are valuable, but when memories function as obstacles to better lives, we should put our energies into the business of forgetting.
The best way to forget is not just time, but – more exactly – events. So as to separate ourselves from the things that haunt us, we have to ensure that we can lay down a dense layer of events between us and they; we need – in short – to make stuff happen.
This is particularly true after a breakup, when certain places, times of day and activities remain tightly linked to the past and constantly evoke it painfully:
– Whenever we see the old tea add
..some building etc we are carried back to memories of cosy days n evenings spent there together.
– Riding our bike down the open roads triggers thoughts of energising trips we made there on balmy days.
– The cushions on the sofa jab us with pain by reminding us of the way they’d use them when reading at night.
We’re surrounded by emotional tripwires. Our heart breaks again and again.
We cannot, as we might at points want, get rid of the world in which the relationship once played itself out. We can’t burn the cushions or uproot the restaurant. To forget, we have to impose a new layer of experience on the things we associate with lost love. We should take a new group of friends to the restaurant, sit at side of the road or get fresh acquaintances to hang out with us on the sofa. We have to reclaim the material of our life from our experiences.
With a new commitment to forgetting, we should recover some of the hope of the child and the fortitude of an animal.....hope not to forget the memories seen in these photos...
