The fear of memory loss

Today something very strange happened. It’s not unusual for me to forget things.

I’ve learnt to address my memory issues. Every morning I make a list of things I have to do. These could include: Go to work, Pay phone bill, Train pass expires, Eyebrows, Call so-and-so, etc.

I know these are not extraordinary chores and at some point or the other each of us forget to do any of the above things. A while ago my phone had reminders like: Turn off milk gas, Rosy aunty unwell, Fill water at 9.30, Troy on HBO. Just the day before I couldn’t think of the word ‘sustainable’ while writing a review. I knew exactly what I wanted to say but still couldn’t.

Today I had to go to Andheri (yes, godforsaken Andheri) for a movie screening. Fun Republic and Andheri is general is where in a week at least one film is screened. I got off at the bus stop before CitiMall and kept walking.

I realised I couldn’t remember where I was going. I walked upto Infiniti Mall and back, trying hard to remember which lane I had to get in. With loud music in my ears I felt, for the first time, a fear. The fear that memory loss could bring. I saw my phone had a reminder SMS from the PR about the press show at 12 noon Fun Republic. Phew! Gathering my thoughts I tried calling my cousin who works in the same lane as Fun. No answer. Finally I asked a man where Fun was and he told me the left at the signal.

After reaching Fun I struggled to find the way to the special screening theatre.

There’s something really weird about not remembering things. Worse is not knowing where you, what you’re there for and how you got there. Hoping this was just a one off incident. Definitely don’t want a repeat of such a thing.