Things can go right or wrong, and its always upon us to make the best of the decisions we take. Decisions become tougher when it is has a major effect on our lives. My father says - No decision is wrong, every decision has its own outcome, it has to be either one way or the other. You would never know the outcome of the decision which you chose to ignore. You can only hope the decision you took is the better one. However, there are more than a few times I've encountered two forces of my life opposing each other battling for supremacy of being chosen - My Mind and My Heart. The mind rationally rejects what the heart says, while it's rationality is deemed dispassionate by the heart. I've realized after all this while that it's just the way we execute and anticipate a decision. Our senses gives us that little peek into the future, the gut instinct to which decision would lead us where. In the end, the path we chose is ours, and we cannot point fingers on anyone.
I remember a particular cloudy evening as a 12 year old, playing with my friends while my parents where going out on a drive. They asked me if I would like to join them, we would treat you to a pizza they said. My mother notified me of the rain-clouds which I had barely noticed. After all, as a child my world consisted of food, cartoons , friends, games and family... studies too actually, but that's something we all would rather want to leave out! Anyways, the decision was among pizza and friends. I chose the latter and continued playing with them. However, in a matter of minutes rain clouds swept over the sky and drops of shame fell from the heaven above me. As each raindrop fell on the asphalted road, I felt the regret flooding me from within. Some rain drops even mixed with my tears which dripped out of my eyes. As a child, I think every emotion was more intense than what I feel now. As I asked myself why did I not pay heed to my parents , I strangely realized how important it was to take a decision. As my parents came back, they saw me sitting on the lobby , drenched in rain and tears... both indistinguishable from each other. I learnt that they had brought the pizza for me which consoled me to the extent of happiness. That was the first time I wrote something out of realization, how important it was to take decisions in life. It seems amusing now that an incident as naive as this could induce such a mature thought in my mind. 'Anyhow, the realization in itself is a big deal' said my parents as I chewed on the soft crusted pizza with the scent of wet sand pleasing my senses.
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