I wanted to start this post or prambling, as I would like to call it, by saying the usual quotes like “Life is full of tough decisions”, etc, but decided to go the roundabout way by writing this line that I just did! Now isn’t that something!!

Anyway, getting to the point. Quite often, the journey of life puts one at the crossroads of taking tough decisions, making the right choice, or more aptly the preferred choice. Now quite a few would may not agree with what I say, but I have always stuck to good ol’ Popeye‘s famous one liner – I yam what I yam, and that’s all that I yam. I’ve always gone the preferred choice than what may in foresight or hindsight be the so-called right choice. It has not always taken me to a bed of roses. In fact, its taken me through more thorny paths than I would have liked, but I have always never regretted or looked back at what I could have become if I had taken an alternate path, because I have always done what I thought was my preferred choice. And my preferred choice has always been heart over head; love over reason, and to that effect, I definitely must give quite a bit of credit to my good old folks at home!

Now, why did such a post come up at this blog here at this moment? Well, its a very silly reason. I was just reading this blogpost which is a review for the movie Santosh Subramaniam. There was a really interesting discussion going on about parents making decisions for their children and so on. The movie, silly for quite a few reasons, actually has quite a deeper meaning running through its arteries. Its all about how some parents end up being overly protective about their children and how it ends up affecting them in the end. The overall theme is spun through all the hilarity quite well.

Coming back to the topic of discussion… So, in a parent-child relationship, who should really take the decisions? If its the parent, how long can the parent continue to do it before the child feels like a puppet? Or if its the other way around, how early does the parent let the child play at the fire and for how long, before the parent steps in and prevent the child from getting burned? I know that with the biggest decisions in my life, my mom and dad have let me have a go at whatever I wanted and have been hanging around just far enough behind me to not let me know their presence but close enough to help out if I have ever needed it. And even though I pretend to not know they are right behind me, I’ve always been comforted with the knowledge that they are always there for me. This support has let me wander into the blue yonder (even literally as a pilot) and go after my dreams. And almost always I have ended up making those tough decisions for myself, I have always liked it!

I know this sounds kinda mushy, but I dedicate this post to the best parents in the world – MINE!!! For being there for me for 23 years and hopefully for many more to come!! Thanks amma and achan!!!