Sometimes there is no choice. Sometimes there is a choice and yet you don’t get to choose. Or maybe, what you get is what you would have chosen all along, even if you feel that you weren’t given a choice. Because, what is choice but a big, blatant lie? If everything is foreordained, aren’t our choices, the selections and their results already decided too? So it doesn’t really matter what you have chosen or what you might have chosen….in the end, it’s all the same.

A little lame to start a monologue but it just goes on to prove that I had no choice. I might have started off some other way if I had a choice or I might not have, I’d never know. And this conundrum lies at the heart of my monologue. Basically, what I mean to wonder is, do we really have a choice? And if we do does it even matter? And of course, there is a reason why I am being so philosophical.

I am starting a new series of diary entries? Posts? Monologues? Call it what you may, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet (or would it? I mean, if I called this a travelogue…it is, in a way…my journey…..wouldn’t it reduce my readership to half???…I’m not too fond of travelogues myself). Anyway, let us let the technical matters rest….and come to the point of interest. I am going to write a random note to myself….or to anyone out there who is interested in reading quite frequently (will try to). I did not really have a choice in the matter. I will go mad if I do not write this down. Or maybe I might have decided to write it anyway. Either way, these posts will be random, unrelated and totally a waste of time. If you are trying to take a break from Shakespeare or Chaucer, I’m sure you can give this little diary a peek or two (do you even have a choice??) and I assure you, you won’t be disappointed. What you may be wondering (again I know you are wondering coz there is no choice) is what I am trying to accomplish by this. I am trying to write my story. The story of a twenty two year old girl who may not have had a very interesting life but who wants to make sense of it. I tried writing a sequential thing but failed. So I have decided to write whatever comes to my mind, in a hope that some of you may be able to glean some meaning from this mess I call life and explain some of it to me too.

Waiting for your insightful comments….till then, Take care! And wait for the next post. (You have no choice!)