Wednesday, April 19, 2006


I have faded memories of childhood when I was learning to read and write. When first time I knowingly wrote something and then carefully holding an eraser rubbed it off to give it a desired shape. It all seemed like a magic how a tiny soft square could completely wipe of the marks on a paper. How the lines which appeared to be permanent and everlasting are disappeared in while when this small magical object comes into the motion. Since then it was always natural and easy to use an eraser. It was very easy to make some mistakes and then erase them off, shape things to our desire and remove every other unwanted line. Everything was normal and perfectly fine. Then I figured that there is one more eraser which is far more useful than the eraser I have been using. Another fact which struck me was everyone was using this eraser without even knowing that how they are using it. Like the eraser which can rub only pencil marks clean, this eraser also erases a lot of marks but leaves some marks unerased. This eraser is the eraser of time, which erases the unpleasant events from our memories. I don’t remember when was the first time my mother shouted at me, when was the first time when I was caught doing something wrong. Every bad memory has selectively been erased; all that remains are the messages. But as I grow up I realize that even this eraser is limited to the type of marks on our life. There are a lot of marks which are formed but can't be erased they stay there as deep marks in your heart lingering as painful memories, which are never erased irrespective of the passage of time. The writing word has progressed to create erasers which can erase almost everything. But in case of human lives it has been different no new erasers come up but life is constantly stained by marks here and there making an indecipherable criss cross along the pages of life and leaving all bitter memories for their to experience and feel!!!

Posted by Prats at 5:09 PM