Choices

I'm pretty certain God allowed siblings on this earth for a reason....I'm just hard pressed at this particular point in time in ascertaining just what that greater good might be. I have to confess albeit with some reluctance, that the little git does help shift perspective, and even manage to rein in the unrestrained whirlwind that is sometimes my life, even if for a little while. Sometimes, that little while is all you need to move from a hazy, melting watercolour to a more delineated, bold abstract. But I'm still sticking to the finding her in the trash story...it's the only explanation!
For Jetal, the choices seem non existent. But for most of us, there is always a choice, and for some of us, there are too many choices. I've never understood the middle class Bengali sentiment of wallowing in misery, denying the choice. Status quo brings comfort, indifference, security, hate, acceptance, alienation, belonging, frustration....but it is still a choice. The reasons don't really matter. To do nothing is as much a choice as to do something. Like inertia. But that's not how they see it, is it? So much rampant life stamped out by a bad marriage; now left to the ministrations of a child who never cared before this. A whining wife, who undoubtedly is more worried about her pension than his deteriorating health.
But is choice sometimes taken away from us? Once bright eyes are now dull and empty, bereft of the satanic mischief, the untenable innocence and idealism that was his trademark. The soul that was, that I now see, in her shining, fearless eyes. He had eyes like those once. The boy that he was, had those eyes. Now it's like looking at an abandoned house, that will become derelict with the passage of time. Did he really have a choice? Perhaps not. But his parents did. There is always a choice. Take it or leave it. That's a choice.
My list of hates also seems to be growing, with skipping CD's overtaking pigeons at the moment; Bol re Papihara is NOT best rendered with hiccups, and serves only to damage any deep philosophical meanderings. I am peeved and I shall rearrange my musings under a hot shower. I should also contemplate some very necessary logistics.... career related deadlines, a house to clean, yoga much neglected, and a definite plan to pfaff with DDM & J tomorrow afternoon onwards. Amazing how I still find the time to indulge in the occasional mindfuck.