A Wrong Choice

 A Wrong Choice

I had taken the wrong turn. I chose the wrong way, and it has brought me nowhere. I might have found myself at a destination had I not taken the detour. The detour provided a good aura and atmosphere, it was quite a pleasant journey, but I find myself lost in the end. Had I not taken the detour, had I not wanted to do something different and be different, I would certainly have found myself near an end today. The road wouldn’t have been easy, I’m sure. I would have faced a lot of problems on the way, but at least I would have reached a definite destination.

Reaching a definite destination was not important for me at that time. The journey seemed to be more important. Priorities changed with time; the importance of the journey didn’t diminish, but the importance of the destination, and the importance of getting there had been highlighted. The journey is certainly fun, traveling has certainly been a big joy, but the traveler isn’t rewarded in any manner unless he gets to the destination.

A lot of things would have happened in my life had I got to the destination by now: my life would have been quite different had I not taken the detour. It wouldn’t have been an easy life, I’m sure, but the challenges would have been quite different. An incomplete comprehension of these challenges appears to me to be what makes the route pleasant. On second thoughts, perhaps these challenges wouldn’t have been as tough. At least I would have found myself near   definite destination. I sometimes wonder if I wasted my time in traveling thought the detour. I did waste quite a bit of my youth this way.

The sight of young couples canoodling in popular fast-food-outlets reminds me of the youth I’ve wasted. They remind me of my incomplete love-stories. They make me think of Zeenat who would have been a reality had I not wasted my time. I hope some of the young couples so see a happy ending to their love-stories. Several silent prayers leave my lips when I come across a young duo chilling out in McDonald’s or Café Coffee Day. But I know only a lucky few manage to walk up to the altar and exchange vows. I salute all the young couples hanging out in parks who manage to see a happy ending, and even those who didn’t. I wish I could be a part of their happy journey.

The journey is in itself a big reward. I’ve been through the experience, and could give up a lot to be a part of the bandwagon of the youth again. Love certainly makes life the most beautiful of all experiences; it makes the world come to life again. The experience purges one of all evils: love leaves you as pure as a new-born-baby.

I feel quite bad when I think of the mistake I made: I made a wrong choice. The detour had brought me to no end, and I’m not sure how much longer I would have to tread on before I reach a destination. It would be a long time before I reach a destination. I don’t even know what the destination would be like. A wrong choice on my part has left me with a lot of unfulfilled wishes. I wish I had never taken the detour. But fate and destiny don’t leave any options of going back and correcting the path. So, I march on.