A question of choice
You're the guy holding up the queue unable to decide what you want for lunch. You've tried numbers 13, 18 and 19 on the menu. You're a vegetarian and so that rules out number 1 to 8 and 28 to 45. You hate cauliflower and you're allergic to brinjal and mushroom. Number 23 is alright except that it gives you a bad case of flatulence and with a client meeting scheduled later that afternoon, you cannot risk it. That only leaves you with the three you've already had several times this week.
Someone behind you grumbles about how long it's taking you to decide. You panic. What'll it be? Should I go with number 18 again?, you wonder. It's not bad but it does make you feel a bit funny afterwards. Number 13? Nah, bad breathe. Number 19 then. Darn! But you had it just yesterday.
You hold up three fingers to the cashier. One for each dish. You ask him to choose. He picks your ring finger. Number 13.
'Can I have a plate of number 19, please?'
QoC syndrome affected me till the time I decided to get confused till the time I went to the cashier. I invariably ordered the same thing over and over again is a different issue :P
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The search has just begun !!!
Ha, truth.
ReplyDeleteI must stop ordering deep fried chilli beef from the take-away and put a little more effort into my choice. I must broaden my horizons.
im constantly drawing chits with yes or no, 1,2,3 on them. :D not that i ever go with the chit ive chosen
ReplyDeletea lot of times we really do know what it is we want.
ReplyDeletehahaha...hilarious...
ReplyDeleteclassic :)
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kadavule - this oru veralu thodu stuff! I haven't done in so many years now
ReplyDeletereminds me of something I read long back - Advice is something you ask someone when you know what to do but don't want to do it.
ReplyDeleteInspired by "Rationality and Freedom" By Amartya Sen ?
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