My Not so Dear Memory,

Eww! This is such a sticky situation. I hate you so much for often putting me in this barrel of used-to suffocation.

I know my remembrance class isn’t very classy and come on, off course I am a professor and known for my memory skills universally, but my brain isn’t that bad a dumpster too. I got to write something for this competition where my memory skills came to rescue in a sticky situation and you can’t make me recall one such good one to pen down? Mean you! Not that I did not have any sticky situations at all. Okay, I had enough and many. Does that mean I never escaped from such situation and was always the bait? Hey no. I don’t remember any such happenings. Okay, may be a few.

Some of them quickly pass through my mind. May be they are not that great ones to put them down. Like that day when a student asked me where I got my degree from, I was baffled in the beginning and then later, in minutes, could remember and gave the answer. Once when my wife had asked to purchase eggs, I had almost reached home, I then suddenly remembered and rushed back and got them. Once a sweeper had latched door from outside with me and a set of students giving exam in the hall and luckily I had the college principal’s phone number. Once my wife had asked me to remind her to watch her favorite show and I forgot. Then after many hours I switched on the television, absolutely scared, I saw that the show was being repeat telecasted. Then, when I checked it out after few hours, it was still there and again on weekend.

If you think they were not sticky situation, then hey, you don’t know how uncomfortable I was! It was indeed sticky. My pants had almost become sweat pants. But for this post, I rather need some good ones. Like really good ones.

On a happy note, I remember the month of my marriage anniversary. When my mobile is not switched off from low battery, the calendar app reminds me to take bath every day. I remember that the toilet seat goes up (wait, is it down? Nope. Up it is!).  I know my wife’s favorite color is not red.  I know that my ATM pin is my date of birth number combination. I always use a pencil to write something so that there is always eraser available to correct the mistakes though I purchase an eraser almost every two days. Etc, etc, etc. That pretty much saves most of my sticky situations. Isn’t that a sign of good memory now? Well, I already have majority of the problems nailed. Don’t you see that?

Dear Memory,

You are a genius. You did bank me by giving the puzzled memories and five hundred words the very right way. Like every single time, you saved my kidney!