I don’t know if English has a word to describe ‘fear of losing data’. But surely, I have this well-recognised and difficult-to-overcome weakness of using Ctrl+S almost every minute I type out something. Therefore I wanted to rummage through my old trunk to see what all have still been retained over the years.
Right from my first salary slip at State bank – to statement of account for almost all the years i am employed - to copies (and extra photocopies) of my travel tickets (I don’t travel much so everytime I get to travel I must have taken printouts and many copies of the same) – to my first mobile handset of 1996 and the various defunct sim cards – to copies and more photocopies and further more Xerox copies of my passport (not just this, I found 12 copies of my daughter’s passport who is just 4 and would have hardly traveled), I stumbled into a warehouse of records that stands out for its redundancy of safety - defying logic and bordering on stupidity, if not exaggerated fear. The best thing is I have a few boxes containing the almost-forgotten diskettes and floppy disks and I don’t even know what lies inside them. This is in addition to the half a dozen pen-drives and HDDs. Have some 1,500 horoscope details of people as famous as Winston Churchil to as infamous as the rapist in Brookesfield. The funniest thing about this junk is I have some 2,000 odd sms messages in those disused mobile handsets, 25k odd mails in back-up formats and 100 odd hand-written letters from various people - all, a veritable source of mirth and mystery.
Some of my friends tell me I have the best filing-system but they better take a leaf out of my book to top theirs of “Don’ts..”. Life would be far more peaceful if there were fewer references available on any subject.
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