Oxford low priced dictionary defines a decision as a conclusion or resolution reached after consideration. Well, some decisions are difficult to make and they may take a lifetime: and that’s why people write wills. Why don’t you tell your family what you’ve accumulated all that long? They shouldn’t fight for your wealth once you’ve gone; and you cannot control your wealth in the grave – forget about the notion of curses because they are bound to back fire. By the way I didn’t check out what Oxford medium/high priced dictionaries say about the meaning and am not sure whether they exist in the market. (Will do that research next time).

Every day you have to make vital decisions, unless of course you let someone make them for you, and in that case you’ve already decided on the person so yes, you’ve your decision already. You choose to wake up and go to work or sleep and forfeit your salary. This is usually a coerced one since you’ve got bills to pay notably rent. And if you are still living in your parents’ house, well, you don’t want to encounter the embarrassment of asking for pocket money (think pocket money in your 30’s). Here is the scenario: it’s on a Monday morning mid-month, raining, cold and the black-out is still persisting from the previous Sunday morning. You’ve woken up late because the phone’s alarm went on strike – was not charged (blame the black-out). The clothes are not ironed and you have to endure a cold shower (in July). The assignment you carried over for the weekend is not over and your boss wants the report first thing in the morning. You have to decide what to do in a split second.

Well, majority of us would rush things up in order to compensate time lost (you cannot recover lost time no matter what). And then we end up here:

                And waste more time dealing with insurance brokers, police, and spending money. Yet we have to eventually face our boss and explain. I guess the best thing to do is to relax and enjoy your sleep; well that is not the best decision. Wake up, do your preparation calmly then drive to the office. Walk into your boss’ office as confident as (I have forgotten that expression; just insert here what you think is appropriate) and tell him/her what is in your heart; and pray that the morning does not have blues.

When you decide to kiss your boss goodbye (partly because of the above scenario) do you write to him/her (this ‘him/her’ typing is slowing me down so let’s stick to ‘him’ and hope that the gender people do not follow my throat) a book, or a poem, or a love letter (herein referred to as a resignation letter)? Do you say to him that you are nostalgic just to make sure that you get a good recommendation letter or do you walk up to him and tell him that he is a thorn in your foot? I don’t know. You have to make that decision yourself and live with the consequences.

If your kid decides (do they have the right to decide, really?) to skive school, do you spank or do you lecture him/her? If you spank, you risk being paraded in front of the court answering to charges of child molest. If you lecture, you risk bringing up a spoilt brat. You have to tread carefully, like skating on thin ice especially in this day and age where people post anything on fb and twitter in order to get sympathy from the universe. You never know what your kid might broadcast to the rest of the world, and the following day you are woken up by police sirens searching for you as if you’ve hijacked a pick-up ferrying money to the bank.

After staying out of Facebook for two years, I was forced (I was not given any room to decide) to come back; in order to create a page, well, I found all sorts of ‘merchandise’ on sale. This book thing, I once read ‘Fine Things’ by Danielle Steel. You should read this book. It will make you shed tears (I almost; only that I was taught not to cry in public). The most touching part is where Fine’s wife has to say goodbye to the kids she was teaching in a school at the end of the term. She gives them personal gifts knowing that she would never see them again. She had cancer. The story is so touching. It is important to appreciate one another; the story taught me. And appreciating one another is being honest; just tell your friend that if it was not for fb you would never have known his/her birthday date and invite him/her for a cup of tea in town (on his/her account of course).

Some decisions we make portray us either as ignorant or out of touch with the world. If you send someone to the market to buy ‘Assorted Vegetables’ then he buys cabbages only (true story), what becomes your conclusion?

Either he grows cabbages

Or he loves cabbages

Or he doesn’t understand the meaning of vegetables

Or he has only had cabbages as vegetables since he was born

Or he doesn’t have an Oxford Low Priced Dictionary to get the meaning of ‘Assorted’