Overchoiced..

Fire never started on its own. Some things don’t work lest they are triggered. Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s me. I hereby inaugurate my blog. Irrational, forthright, clichéd and mine.

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth”

The Road not taken- Robert Frost (1874–1963).

A choice. A confusion. I’d rather have both than not have any.
There are some choices you don’t have. Your maid never had the choice of being you.
And then there are some no brainers. Say Harvard vs. IIPM, Black vs. Stark in-your-eye-lemon-yellow, Jude law vs. Imran Hashmi, Friends vs. Fashion House, Kishore Kumar vs. Himesh Reshamiya blah blah. And do trust me if you will, I have nothing against people who’d choose IIPM, Stark in-your-eye-lemon-yellow, Imran Hashmi, Fashion house and Himesh Reshamiya preferably or not preferably in that order. After all, choices are subjective. But these are rather obvious.
I talk of choices that create confusion. The ones that are almost equally good or equally bad for that matter. The ones that don’t tell you where they'll take you. The ones that are so different and yet so much the same. The ones that give you nightmares. The ones that make you smile. The ones that make you ponder. The ones that make you give up on the same. The ones that make life difficult. The ones that make life easy. The ones that challenge you. The ones that comfort you.
I am haunted by them. And glad that I am.

Therefore: My choicest confusions. and more.