We are told that as days pass on, our memory fades. Ultimately, we are left with only the names of the essential things we use in our lives, names of our close friends and relatives. I have been living in Chennai (that was formerly known by the name Madras) for the past forty years or more. Most of the names of the streets and even main roads have been changed. But, the old names have not faded from memory. On the contrary, I find it difficult to recall the new names they have been accredited to by the politicians. I can recall the names of most of my school-mates and many events associated with them. They have not faded from my memory. Psychologists say it is because I have an inborn dislike for politicians and a great fondness for history and its continuity.