An MCQ called life

Life is like a multiple choice question, the ones we call MCQs.

At various points in time, life gives us choices and we have to choose one among the many. Good, bad, right, wrong is for time, history and the gossipmongers to decide.

I have been coming across these MCQs that life offers many times. And though I said earlier (one line back, in fact!), its for time, history and the gossipmongers to decide, I admit that I may have made a few bad choices. I find a strange similarity between my choices and my habit of bumping into all the potholes on offer while driving (though it may not be a good reflection upon my driving skills) or my habit of picking up the wrong answer out of a total choice of four. Hell, there have been times when driving on a smooth, wide and empty road I manage to have a tete-a-tete with the forlorn, solitary and virgin pothole, unmolested since generations. And did I tell you of the times during my studies when out of five, only one answer was wrong and remainingall correct, and still I managed to pick up the wrong one? Some accuracy, huh! (I know it doesn't reflect too good on my professional skills but what is the probability that someone who likes reading my blog turns up as my patient on the examining table? Thankfully, too low).

So, talking about MCQs, I think that maybe I have made a few mistakes. Thats not the whole truth about the matter though. I have learnt from those mistakes (and perfected ways of repeating them!) And while I repent making those mistakes, age and experience taught me that whatever choice I would have made, I would end up with this very same feeling. Whatever I am, I am, and have to be content with it.

Got to go now. MCQs of the academic type are calling me. I'll go and get myself immersed into that tiny little world of options. Options a); b); c); d) and sometimes e).