Honestly, I hate decision making. I've been good at it over the past years (well, mostly at least), but that's mostly due to two reasons ' a) pure luck and b) making the most of all my decisions. But somehow, I notice that decisions get more and more complex as you grow older. Like when you're four, and you need to choose between chocolate and ice-cream, you come up with a brilliant solution ' chocobar. It works perfectly well, chocolate on the outside and ice cream on the inside.
Then it gets complex. Science, arts or commerce? Then; engineering or medicine, chartered accountancy or management, journalism or law? Man. Then it just keeps getting worse. But for comfort, I look around and get both baffled and amused by the choices other people have to make around me. Here's an example of some one them and what my sarcastic self thinks of them. Because this is my blog [devilish grin]:
Chotu, my 4 year old niece: Raising hell about the lack of chips in her tiffin, or raising hell about the lack of Cadbury in the refrigerator?
Maybe she'll settle for raising hell in general, about whatever comes to her mind first ' even beyond the original choices.
A friend who's on a fierce diet: between khakhra and Marie biscuit.
Ouch. Just gulp down either with some Sprite.
One of my seniors at work [Obviously, I'm preserving identity. And my job]: To pitch, or to bitch?
Who cares, you do both quite badly.
Colleague who's getting married next summer: Pink lehenga, or green chaniya choli?
Seriously, try a blue bathrobe.
Diya, my 6 year old niece: To save the Kit Kat bar to share with friends in school tomorrow, or to give in to temptation.
Sweet child of mine; eat it now. Or else Chotu will.
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