Choice

From the shallows of youth to the uncertain depths of manhood, it’s been a long way. But what has hit hard is the sudden shift. Four years of engineering was supposed to serve as the transition but it hardly did. It was four years spent the way I wanted to spend it; shoving away the inflictions as I could choose to do so. What makes it worse now is that I still have the inflictions but not the choice.

Choice is probably the best measure of success, whatever be the definition. The more the number of choices one has at any juncture in life, the more successful he is. Sounds funny, but by sparing a moment of thought we all would eventually agree to a certain extent. Starting from the choice of schools one has after a successful entrance exam to the choice of brides at a latter point in life; it is a stark fact. We could come up with innumerable examples hidden in the hulabaloo of life. We just fail to identify. So, let's start counting our success and feel good about it.

Here's to a successful life!