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THE QUAGMIRE OF ENTANGLED CHOICES February 12, 2008

Posted by arun in Philosophy, life, personal, thoughts.
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During one of those meaningless pondering moments, it came to my mind, “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time” which off late goes by the saying “Karma is a bitch”. However, if you think about, it masquerades in the form of “choice”. Each and every stage in everyone’s life is governed by choice. It goes by another menacing term which scientists often use, usually when they don’t know what the hell they are talking about or couldn’t corroborate their facts: “Probability”. Choice embraces you tightly, masking you under the percept of “hope”, but with ingratiating smile and unctuous desires to bite you in the ass. Unfortunately, we all realize only after it happens. We can’t always make it right.

I can not help but wonder at my ignorance over these years. I have always bitched over the fact that my parents have been over-protective. They have and are guiding me through every stage of my life, with their dreams of seeing me as a member of the erudite community. Now, this is karma’s second messenger “expectation” :) . But, when I look back now, I understand they had to be over-protective because they knew, I wasn’t ready to play gambling with choices. I was only gloating with pride because everything was happening my way. It took me a while, a period of 20+ years to gain some perspective. But enough about me.

My concerns are truly about the next generation. I don’t know whether to call this ignorance or frustration. You might remember the incident that happened December of last year in India, where an 8th standard kid shot his classmate because he was the hector (bully) of his class!! He made a faltering decision that potentially alters his life for ever. He foundered utterly in controlling his emotions, his rage overpowered him! These incidents are starting to happen more than ever in India. It seriously troubles me, I can’t even imagine the plight if this trend were to continue. The attitude of one to handle tirades or bully appropriately through proper channels, if not concluded with a descent conversation, would have been the best choice for everyone. Taking drastic measures over a tenuous argument or a couple of school-fights, as in this case, puts every one in state of misery! The kid says “I did nothing wrong, he deserved this!” How more vindictive can it get? I feel as if the endurance limit is dwindling…:(

The important thing to realize is, you shouldn’t be afraid of making choices. You simply can’t be afraid. Instead, you have to choose wisely always. Its an ever lasting battle. For example, if Aishwarya Rai hadn’t reneged on a proffer to act in a Bond movie, I would have stopped watching Bond movies. I feel she would be an ersatz replacement. She just isn’t Bond material, in spite of her poignant looks. Good choice Ash. ha ha.

As I started, the number of things I wanted to write about kept on piling up and I couldn’t organize or keep it related enough. I didn’t want to get all philosophical in conveying my concerns, rather, to keep it as terse as possible. I felt the topic was quite heavy, therefore ending with a silly dry humor. But then, hey, these are my “ramblings” aren’t they! ;)

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1. Mansi - February 12, 2008

Good ramblings nonetheless. :)

2. arun - February 12, 2008

ha ha. thank you for visiting my blog…

3. Purnima - February 17, 2008

//The attitude of one to handle tirades or bully appropriately through proper channels, if not concluded with a descent conversation, would have been the best choice for everyone. Taking drastic measures over a tenuous argument or a couple of school-fights, as in this case, puts every one in state of misery! The kid says “I did nothing wrong, he deserved this!” How more vindictive can it get? I feel as if the endurance limit is dwindling…:(//

Great post! I once read a poem by Vijay Singh Shahiri:

I shall remember forever and will never forget
Monday: my money was taken.
Tuesday: names called.
Wednesday: my uniform torn.
Thursday:my body pouring with blood.
Friday: it’s ended.
Saturday: freedom.

This is from the last page of the diary he kept. He was 13 and on Saturday he hung himself.

How, from a childs perspective, could one respond rationally to irrational behaviour? Would a conversation not be doomed to fail?

4. arun - February 17, 2008

thank you purnima