We part. With people, places, animals, memories and so many other things. Parting is like the basic feature of life. If you’ve met something/someone you will have to part. But what happens, when we part? What happens to the memories? Do memories get erased? Do they get suppressed? What are the chances they might spring up again sometime later? Do you talk about this to someone? Have you ever asked someone what happened to their memories?
In life, I believe there are 3 categories of parting – The ice-cream, the rotten potato and the butter.
I mean the categories can be absolutely different for you. For me, to explain it a little easily, I take these three. As a disclaimer to the three, ice-cream for me is a good taste, something which I can have one serve and can move. Not a problem. I am not someone who will crave for two buckets of icecream. I am at peace with a small amount. The rotten potato is something I hate – like really hate. If at all, there is a rotten potato in my mouth, I am going to drop dead my eating there and go and clean my mouth first. I cannot bear a rotten potato. For me to keep eating, I need to clean my mouth first. The 3rd one is butter. I mean, I can have tons and tons and unlimited supplies of butter and believe me, I will fall dead asleep, get intoxicated on it, but won’t stop eating it. But yea, whenever I do eat it, because of the health issues, butter these days bring along, I have made it a point to content myself with a slice at one time. But my love never ceases.
Now, lets consider parting situations like the ice-creams. There are people whom you meet, spend time with and a very pleasant time and you know your ends well before you begun. Such interactions happen with a very high enthusiasm and soon damp down and get registered in your memory as (average) good days. I mean you will have a smile whenever you think about it in future, but you will swing in emotions or pain or joy! Its will be a balanced one.
Come down to the rotten potato. There are people with whom you start with a very very high enthusiasm, but at one particular point – something so terrible happens with it that you try and exhausts yourself of the memories as much as possible. You look for alternate ways to clean up the memory. Best way is to have another new memory instead. Create some new ones, for the older one to go. These memories will seldom come to your mind and even if they do, you will shred them off right inside your mind stating the bad experiences you had then.
And then comes, the butter relationships. Ah, it hurts even while I write! Such relationships are the ones, where you are freaking confused since the first second. You like the taste, but there are health issues. You like the taste but there are health issues. Okay, maybe one slice. Just on the paratha. After that slice is done, the next one I will just take a little and melt it. Then the third slice I will just eat the frozen butter like a milkybar chocolate. And then knowingly or unknowingly you end up having way more than what was constrained for you. And then there is someone, something or just your inner conscience that tells you, “come on its done now! Move! You’re going to kills yourself! And then you reply saying you love butter and the conscience says, life is more important. Stop it!
What happens to the emotions in these 3 cases ? When it’s an icecream, sweet memories in your life. When a rotten potato, the memories are so bad, you flush them properly before you move on. So little or no memories whatsoever. But when it comes to the butter ones, it becomes really complicated.
The butter feelings are not the average ones. They cannot be flushed too. I mean, I would, atleast never think of doing that! Such memories have to be prioritized. Because you cannot keep them at the top of your mind, because then you wont be thinking of anything else but the butter. So, you keep the memories in a safe box and keep it inside your heart or the brain (wherever you keep your memories). And then you push it a little down so that the other ones which maybe less important but feasible and “safer” may come up and make up the surface for you. But the best part with these butter boxes of memory are that at some isolated points or times, you can bring them up. Live with the memories for a while. Because the taste for it will never ever subside. You will never ever forget the smoothness of the butter when it touches your tongue or the lips. Its difficult to forget it. Its difficult to forget the way a slab of butter melts in your palms and cover it entirely.
Butter memories are the ones which come to stay. They might be supposed to push it down at times, sometimes to the lowest levels possible to make room for the present ones. But When they do come up in solitude or in times of peace, its just those memories and you. Because no one can ever be as soft and as tough as a butter.
So you don’t ever forget the butter memories. If someone says they could forget the butter memories, give them my contact details and ask them to talk to me, I would love to learn the technique from them. And as far as the other two categories are concerned, one just stays quietly without any disturbance at some corner of your mind, and the rotten memories are present in either feeble amounts or not at all. So doesn’t really need a care for!
Try thinking of how you can relate the 3 categories to your favorite food items and tell me in the comments below. You can comment as an anonymous guest without any registration required. Looking forward to your feedback and comments. Share this article with people who love food. They will relate it on an entirely different scale, a scale which only foodies will understand!
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